Merry Christmas!!
ken * keli * emma * lucy
From the category archives:
today, the hubby and i are celebrating four years of wedded bliss.
(yes, that’s the ocean in the background — our wedding was amazing!)
we have our moments, but he’s a pretty great guy to put up with all of my crap. and i’m a pretty great wife to put up with his other wife.
her name is Sports. playing tennis and then watching pretty much any other sport on tv. or at the stadium.
some of our friends are getting married in september, and the first words out of ken’s mouth were, “i wonder what [football] game they’ll be missing?”
gotta love him.
and i do.
so very very much.
happy anniversary to my best friend.
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Why do men not care as much about their age as women do? Ken will tell anyone who asks that he turned 41 today. Happy Birthday, honey!!
Of course, he’s in great shape. People always tell him he looks younger than he really is. He still plays tennis, runs and cycles. And he can kick my butt on most Wii games.
Sometimes, he forgets how old he is and plays flag football with guys in their early 20′s. And ex-NFL football players.
But all-in-all, he’s pretty amazing.
As a husband, he puts up with all of my crazy quirks and mood swings without complaining. He lets me go off and take pictures, he waits on me when I lag behind taking pictures, and he endures my hours of sitting at my computer editing pictures. He provides for our family quite well as a business owner, and he works hard to make sure that we have all of our needs met.
As a father, there is no other like him. He is so patient and kind with Emma, always treating her like the princess that she is. He may spoil her a little bit, but aren’t all fathers that way with their daughters? He was the only one who truly understood her separation anxiety, and he helped me to treat her with love and kindness when it was so hard for me to understand.
He changed her cloth diapers, even when he didn’t understand why we used them, and he does her entire bedtime routine on nights that he is home. No one can read a book quite like him.
No one can make her laugh like he can.
He is her hero.
And mine, too.
But don’t tell him – I’ll never be able to live with the ego.
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We drove down to Georgia on Saturday to celebrate Mom & Mema’s birthdays.
I’m still amazed at the difference between Emma now and the Emma 6 months ago. We honestly thought she’d never grow out of her separation anxiety, but now, she cuddles and snuggles and goes places with just about everyone.
She still needs time to get used to people that she doesn’t see often, but she is definitely coming around a lot faster than she used to!
Now, her and Sydnei play in their own room without Emma needing to check in with either me or Ken every 5 minutes.
I feel like she’s a normal kid. Not that she wasn’t before … but now I get to actually talk to people without having her hanging all over me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my baby … I love spending every second of the day with her. But sometimes, you just NEED to not be touched, talked to, whined at, or sat on.
I’m finally getting that quiet time, and I am just so proud of my girl.
Now if I could just teach her that crayons are for paper only.
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