Becky turns 30

Snugglefest 2010

Want an update on what I've been doing lately? Here you go....

1 Year: Rye

Dear Rye,

On 10/22/10 you turned 1. You are now a whole year old! Wow! You can do all sorts of things now.

- Like pull up and walk around furniture.

- You can climb up stairs (which although nerve racking is quite an accomplishment).

- You can point out characters in your books.

- You can say mama, dada and bye-bye (when you feel like it).

- You can wave, high-five, pound it and your signature move "Tarzan."

- You make some hilarious faces (which you get from your mama) and an oh-so-irresistible sad face.

- You respond well (most of the time) to "no touch" "no throw" and your personal favorite "no hit."

- You give the most wonderful love pats, hugs and kisses that melt your mom and dad's hearts.

- You can also throw some lovely little tantrums and you sure know how to work the sympathy vote!

- You and Zoe are becoming best buds and you are even learning how to love and survive the mega-licking Mia.

- It makes mom and dad so happy now that you are able to interact more with your friends and seeing you play with them and your cousins is so much fun.

Your dad and I are so proud of you. We are excited to see your personality develop, to watch you learn new tricks and to see you grow in love and understanding. What a joy it is to be your parents!

You, our dear sweet Rye, are loved more than you will ever know. We are so proud of you and excited to see the unique person you will become. We are so thankful that God gave you to us and blessed us with the honor of being your parents.

We love you Rye Pie.

a breath of fresh air

Perhaps it has entered your mind, for those of you still reading, that I have succumbed to the occasional drudgery that a good deal of "stuck at home time" can bring. You may have cited my recent pessimistic posts as evidence of this conclusion. Perhaps you could be right. In fact, i might even be persuaded to agree with you. Such is life.

However, it's nothing a good dose of holy spirit, girl time and a night out can't fix. So, I come to you fresh from a 2 hour stint at barnes and noble refreshed, renewed, and .....well lets just say....more like the old me that you may have come to love. Perhaps.

Speaking of the old me (does that count as third person?) here is some rambling randomness as a throw back to "the good old days".

This was my second of 3 trips (from the cafe out for books and back again).

I love the seemingly endless possibilities at good old Barnes. It fills me with all sorts of ideas on what i want to be when i grow up. For example this trip made me want to be a photographer, web designer, artist (we'll call that renewed inspiration), novelist, short story-ist, editor, fashion designer and seamstress.

I also sneakily took pictures of this crazy old man, consumed what i fear was NOT a decaf latte (hence my blogging at 1:20am) and left my giant pile of books sitting there for the dear employees to return to their full and upright positions (I justify this by convincing myself that i could never remember where i got all of them and they would probably rather put them back exactly where they go then have me misplace them....really though i'm just giving way to my rebellious, rule-breaking tendencies).

Other:

we are rescheduling Rye's birthday party for this Sunday from 3-5. If you are reading this and would like to come, please do so. Unless you are some random creepy stalker in which case, it's actually next Sunday, in Detroit.

Well, i will bid you adieu (Rex, check my spelling) for tonight. I"ll leave you with Mr. Creepy Man, i admit he does look remarkable not creepy in this picture, but do not be deceived this gentleman walked by twice and loudly made some combination of a throat clear and a snort while looking directly at me and my cafe neighbor.

Creepy indeed. On that note, sweet dreams.

Roseola

Every now and then you are surprised with a special gift you weren't expecting. This birthday Rye was "blessed" with the unexpected "pleasure" of Roseola.

For those of you still in ignorant bliss, Roseola is basically a high fever for 3-5 days accompanied by fussiness and ending with a rash. Poor guys slept for 20 out of the 24 hours in a day. When he was awake he was miserable and was only (somewhat) content when i was holding him with his blankie and walking around the house. I think i've developed carpal tunnel syndrome.

So, believe it or not, when Rye broke out in a rash a FULL 5 DAYS later, we were relieved. It even prompted a phone call to Trevor consisting of "He has a rash, he has a rash!" and Trevor, "GREAT!" Yea, something we never thought we'd say. But since the rash was a sign that the 5 days of misery were coming to an end....we were glad.

Poor Rye looked so miserable...so naturally i grabbed the camera to document his misery cause that's the kind of thoughtful mom I am.

Poor sick eyes...

So finally, a full week later, we had our sweet boy back. Is that not the most adorable picture in the world? (she said with pride in both her adorable boys and her skill in capturing the moment)

Poor Mom only got an afternoon of normal Rye before she had to leave, but boy did we appreciate her help! Thank you Mimi!