Last Sunday, I had my “almost” professional photographer sister take some photos of our new little family. She did a great job and gave me many to choose from. Unfortunately, Lula was not on her best behavior. She was grouchy and just had to have that dang binky! Of course, as soon as our little photo shoot ended, Lula decided it was time to be Miss Content. But by then Greg had already left for church and I had taken off her cute dress and headband. What a stinker!
Later, as I scanned through the photos, I had two almost simultaneous thoughts. First, was that I wished the camera could miraculously take away 15 to 20 pounds of my fat. Second, was that in several photos I can tell that my patience with Lula is starting to wear thin. Those two thoughts led to the following thoughts...I wish my fat would wear thin instead of my patience. It would also be nice if I could lose my fat as fast as I lose my patience. I have all this fat that I don’t need but very little patience, which I do need! I need fat patience! Wouldn’t it be great if my patience could be as chubby as my body and my body be as thin as my patience! That would be fantastic! But then again, if I did lose fat that easily and that often, I’d probably be dead. There wouldn’t even be anything left of me! I guess the up side is that at least I’d be kicking it in the after-life with some thunder thigh sized patience!

Hope you enjoy the pics!

Perfect Present

Greg's thirty-(well lets just say)thirty-something birthday was on Wednesday. I wanted to get him a gift from Lula but couldn't think of anything. Finally I decided on a mini cake with little pink flowers on it. I know that sounds girly but I figured it's what Lula would pick out and Greg is a little girly sometimes. (The dude takes longer showers than I do!) Well apparently I shouldn't have worried about getting him a gift from Lula cause she came up with one all on her own...she started smiling! It was the cutest thing ever! And it wasn't even gas although she IS the tootenest thing ever! We went shopping for Greg's birthday(see I told you he was girly) and I had set her car seat down on a rack of clothes. When Greg walked up to her, pulled her binky out of her mouth and said, "Hey there little baby." Suddenly she was all smiles for him! It was awesome! He couldn't have asked for a better present!

April Showers Bring Mae Flowers

This post is supposed to be about both of Lula's baby showers but really it's just to show off these super cute pics of her! Over the last few weeks it has become painfully obvious to me that number 1-I'm probably going to be the mom that constantly blogs about every little (and of course) absolutely amazing thing her child does. And number 2-That it's OK because no one gives a hoot about Greg and I anymore! Lula is the superstar and we are simply no-name extras (not even B-list actors) in the mega hit movie known as Lula's Life!

I do, however, want to sincerely thank everyone for the fantastic gifts and the time and effort that was put into the wonderful showers. THANK YOU!! I truly have the greatest friends, neighbors and co-workers! I love you all!

Two girls I work with, Anne and Megan, recently added to their families as well. Anne's beautiful baby girl was born on the 5th of February and Megan's little man shares his birth date with Lula.

Austin is a high school kid that does all the crappy jobs at work. We call him the garbage boy. He showed up to the shower for the free food. However, he made a hasty exit when the talk turned to breast-feeding and the types of nipples for bottle-feeding. Poor boy!

FSP(Flippin' Sweet Photo)

WHAT: Skinny white boy with his pet deer


WHEN: May 1992


WHERE: Greg's front yard


WHAT THE?!? Doe a deer a female deer...she must have been attracted to the way the sunlight reflects off of Greg's skin. I know the feeling. I too am mesmerized by this hot little number!

One Cute Chick

A tisket a tasket

So grateful for a baby

In our basket!

May the love of our Savior fill your baskets with joyful blessings!

Happy Easter!

Playing Second Fiddle

Perplexed, perturbed, and picked-on. I'm fairly certain that is how our poor little dog, Ruger, is feeling. Ruger has ruled this roost for the past seven years and likes his nice quite routine. So as you can imagine, he is none too happy about the recent addition to our family. I think if he could talk, he would say "I don't like it! I don't like it! TAKE IT BACK!"

Yum-A-Licious