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I've only done one other photo book so far, and it was a huge hit. I gave Jason a photo book of pictures of him with Emerson in her first year of life. And since I'm one of those non-scrapbooky type of people, I didn't even add captions or anything. Each page is just one huge picture of the two of them. He LOVED it.
On a sad note, yesterday my beloved and much-coveted cute little measuring tape was eaten by our canine. Yes, I accidentally left Boomer running free in the house while I ran a few errands, and when we got home, I discovered the remnants of my adorable, leather-bound measuring tape that my sweet husband bought for me a few Christmases ago. I was so mad! Maybe Santa will bring me another one this year. Jason told me to add it to my list, that maybe I'd get lucky. Let's hope so.... in more ways than one. :)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Little man is 6 months old
I took these pictures of Jax yesterday while we were playing outside, and it wasn't until I uploaded them just now that I'm realizing he's really growing up. *sniff* He's sitting up almost completely on his own now... he only topples when he leans back. I love the slow-motion baby toppling when they realize they're going to go over but can't do anything about it and their chubby little bodies stiffen up as they do it. Funny. He's also into attack kissing right now. As he's facing me, he'll grab sections of my hair with both chubby little fists, pull my face to him, and plant a big, wet one either on my mouth or my nose. I'm sure it feels good on his first little tooth that popped out last week, but I'm pretending that it's completely emotional for him and that he just really likes kissing his momma.
On another note, I think my hormones are out of whack right now. I was on the phone with our health insurance company and literally started crying talking to the rep. Not kidding you. Long story short, I accidentally forgot to add Jax to our insurance when he was born, so I got a bill for his most recent pediatric visit asking for the full amount. When I called, we realized my error, and they said there was nothing they could do. I started calculating in my head the cost of paying cash for all of his doctor visits until now, and I totally freaked. The lady was like, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry, I can tell you're upset, but I'm just afraid there's nothing I can do.' I get off the phone with her, call Jason, and can barely get it out to tell him what happened. I'm crying HARD, people. He calms me down and reminds me that our baby boy is worth every penny we'll have to pay (that's a good Daddy). I get off the phone with him, call the insurance company back, get another rep on the phone, and I kid you not, this wonderful man added Jax to our plan with no hassle. Sometimes you just have to call back!!!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
More Tinkle
So the big girl has gone tinkle in the potty for three days straight now... only once or twice a day, but she's getting the hang of it! As she would say, "Ha-yea-you-yah!"
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A Blog for the Ages
My name is Jason Van Valkenburg. Enough with the introductions. Let's get down to business. When sifting through the thousands of guest blog invitations that I have received, I wondered how I had mustered the strength to reject them all. President Bush - NOPE. President Obama - Not a Chance. Nobel Prize Committee - Not During Naptime. But then I was approached in a way that was so unique, so different, so original. As I lay on the couch next to my dog and my wife sat on the floor, she simply turned and so eloquently asked, "Will you be my first guest blogger?" I thought about how I had turned down Yale and Harvard and M.I.T. for that matter, how I had said no to Leno and Letterman. But this time it was different. I had just eaten some double-stuffed Oreos and milk, and I was feeling like the moment was right. It was time to come back to the forefront, to get back in the public eye, to become the leader that I once was and the hero that I had always dreamed of being. I, in my own magnificent way, answered my beautiful brunette, "I will, but I want to finish watching the Tour Championship first."
Oh, the mental anguish I now go through in trying to choose which platform I should address in my inaugural state-of-the-VanCentralStation address. Should it be world peace, children's literacy, the Japanese, recycling, healthcare reform, or women's rights? While those are all very dear to my heart and though I have spent many hours in laborious research, I chose to take a path far less travelled. I will take this opportunity to give a gift. Maybe even the greatest gift of all. The gift of a Top Ten list.
Top Ten Movies to help wives understand their husbands:
10. All of the Austin Powers movies (because no other movie had come up with more & funnier ways of talking about shagging)
9. Army of Darkness (because at some point in time, we've all wanted to turn and look at our wives and say, "It's good to be King. Hail to the King, baby.")
8. Anchor Man (because at some point in time, we've all had to make the decision on which musk to wear)
7. Spaceballs (this is where we learned the principles of merchandising)
6. Caddyshack (we all looked up to Ty, the scratch golfer who lived off of his father's fortune and cracked unmercifully under pressure. What a role model.)
5. Blazing Saddles (this is where we learned how to deal with horn-swaggling crugger crogers)
4. All 3 of the Ocean's 11 movies (because deep down inside, we all want to be extremely well-dressed, smooth-talking bandits whose women look past our faults and love us anyway)
3. All of the Monty Python movies (because sometimes you just want a 'wahfer... thin')
2. Old School (because this is who we were before we met you and most likely who we would return to if something happened to you)
1. All of the Godfather movies (because before we all wanted to be in Ocean's 11, we all wanted to be part of the Corleone family)
In closing, I would like to reiterate that this is truly a gift that keeps on giving. I implore you, wives, to take some time out of your busy schedules filled with mothering, wifery, and churchery, to make your way through these classics of cinema. Once you have tasted all of the manna from movie heaven and dined with the greats of film history, you will forever be indebted to this blog, and more importantly, to me. One day I will ask you for a favor, and out of your gratefulness you will will agree. Or I will have to make you an offer that you cannot refuse.
Oh, the mental anguish I now go through in trying to choose which platform I should address in my inaugural state-of-the-VanCentralStation address. Should it be world peace, children's literacy, the Japanese, recycling, healthcare reform, or women's rights? While those are all very dear to my heart and though I have spent many hours in laborious research, I chose to take a path far less travelled. I will take this opportunity to give a gift. Maybe even the greatest gift of all. The gift of a Top Ten list.
Top Ten Movies to help wives understand their husbands:
10. All of the Austin Powers movies (because no other movie had come up with more & funnier ways of talking about shagging)
9. Army of Darkness (because at some point in time, we've all wanted to turn and look at our wives and say, "It's good to be King. Hail to the King, baby.")
8. Anchor Man (because at some point in time, we've all had to make the decision on which musk to wear)
7. Spaceballs (this is where we learned the principles of merchandising)
6. Caddyshack (we all looked up to Ty, the scratch golfer who lived off of his father's fortune and cracked unmercifully under pressure. What a role model.)
5. Blazing Saddles (this is where we learned how to deal with horn-swaggling crugger crogers)
4. All 3 of the Ocean's 11 movies (because deep down inside, we all want to be extremely well-dressed, smooth-talking bandits whose women look past our faults and love us anyway)
3. All of the Monty Python movies (because sometimes you just want a 'wahfer... thin')
2. Old School (because this is who we were before we met you and most likely who we would return to if something happened to you)
1. All of the Godfather movies (because before we all wanted to be in Ocean's 11, we all wanted to be part of the Corleone family)
In closing, I would like to reiterate that this is truly a gift that keeps on giving. I implore you, wives, to take some time out of your busy schedules filled with mothering, wifery, and churchery, to make your way through these classics of cinema. Once you have tasted all of the manna from movie heaven and dined with the greats of film history, you will forever be indebted to this blog, and more importantly, to me. One day I will ask you for a favor, and out of your gratefulness you will will agree. Or I will have to make you an offer that you cannot refuse.
JEANS!!!
Thank the good Lord, I found a pair of jeans this afternoon at Marshalls. They're Calvin Klein's that I got for $29.99, and they fit perfectly! Momma's happy tonight!
Our eldest child is officially silly. Tonight about 30 minutes after we put her to bed, we were in the living room watching the Tour Championship (golf) that we had DVR'd, and we hear this coming from her bedroom: "Ta-DA! Mommy! Daddy! Ta-DAAAAHHH!!!"
Programming note: Papa Bear (a.k.a. Daddy) has just agreed to guest blog, maybe even tonight! Stay tuned for what's sure to be an entertaining segment. :)
Our eldest child is officially silly. Tonight about 30 minutes after we put her to bed, we were in the living room watching the Tour Championship (golf) that we had DVR'd, and we hear this coming from her bedroom: "Ta-DA! Mommy! Daddy! Ta-DAAAAHHH!!!"
Programming note: Papa Bear (a.k.a. Daddy) has just agreed to guest blog, maybe even tonight! Stay tuned for what's sure to be an entertaining segment. :)
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