A GOLDEN Birthday!

Jeremy turned 30 today, on the 30th!! He had to wait so long for this golden birthday. :)

THIRTY! Wow!! He's not sure how he feels about it.

His awesome cookie cake he decorated.

Daddy with his biggest fan (after me, of course). :)

It was a quiet, low-key birthday but Jeremy seemed content. Jeremy's sister watched Isis during her nap while I took him on a picnic and we played frisbee at the park. (Ah, the good old days...)

I just have the most wonderful husband and feel so blessed to be his companion!! He is a fantastic, fun, and involved father; a hard working, dedicated provider; and a funny, attractive, insightful, wise, kind, loving and my very best friend. Happy 30th Birthday my amazing Jeremy!!!

Amputation!!!....well, almost

The adventure this last week was on Friday morning. Jeremy and I awoke suddenly at 6:30 to Isis crying and screaming. Jeremy got up to check on her and when, after a minute, she screamed louder (as if in pain) I jumped up to see what was going on. I found Isis sitting in her crib with her legs through the bars... up to her thighs.

She continued to cry as we both tried to maneuver her legs back through but to no avail. Why couldn't we push them back the way they came in? She had after all got them through in the first place. Her knees just plain didn't fit back through. Seriously, how did she get them through the first time?? Anyway, she had on zipped, footy pajamas so we couldn't take those off to get her legs slippery.

(Still trying to shove them back through.)

After 35 minutes of trying, and racking our (tired) brains, and Isis screaming in agony, we concluded there was no other choice but to cut the bars off the crib. Jeremy went to get the jigsaw and I called my mom and explained the situation. (Moms are usually helpful in situations like this... you know, having been through everything already.)

She said this actually hadn't happened to her before but she suggested we cut off Isis pajamas and slick her up with soap and water. Man, did I feel retarded. Yeah, let's chop up our expensive crib... but the thought of cutting $5 pajamas didn't even cross my mind. Oh, well, I guess that's what happens when you're tired and your baby's crying and you can't do anything about it. So I cut off the pajamas and soaped up her swollen little legs and in another 10 minutes after more painful screams, we slipped her legs back through the crib slats. She has bruises on both knees but is otherwise fine. PHEW! (Now that it's over, it is amusing. But it certainly wasn't then.)

She was quite happy to be out of her crib after that.

Here's to the drama of parenthood, Cheers!

Best Gift EVER!!!

This year Jeremy gave me... a broken table! An old sewing table right from the thrift store - scratches, broken parts and everything! Of course, part (well, the main part) of the thrill was the project that awaited me in fixing it up, which was Jeremy's intention to start with. :) Yes, he is a good husband.
It wasn't in TOO bad of shape to begin with...

No, better time to get to work than the day after Christmas, right? My new jig saw came in handy too! I do love power tools.

Filling in other people's holes when they tried to fit their sewing machine to the table.

Priming it in the backyard.

And by New Year's Day I had a brand "new" sewing table! Ta Da! Isn't it awesome? I love it!

Now my sewing machine is attached (I can fold the sewing machine down and have a regular desk) and is waiting for me to start my next project. :)

I love the new handles and knobs.

Jeremy was hoping it would take a little bit longer... but I couldn't stop!! I had to work on it everyday during Isis' nap. I just had to. :)

So hip hip hooray for an amazingly thoughtful husband who knows me well enough to give me a broken table for Christmas! I'm a lucky girl! ;)