Anniversary-Take Three

The day started off quite well. Bailey and I opened my presents (I got 3 because it has been 3 years, I kind of like where this is headed) which consisted of...

1. a frame full of pictures of Bailey and I
2. This family picture printed on a large canvas
3. and a brand new 32" flat screen television for my bedroom
How great is Sam? He said he felt bad that I spent so much time sitting and feeding this chubby little baby of ours that the television should help to pass that time (and maybe a little bit to do with the ability of watching some world cup games in bed???).

Unfortunately for Sam our roles have apparently switched. His Father's Day and Anniversary presents have been promised to him, but have failed to be purchased. Hopefully that trip to Cabellas for his new gun, and Old Navy for his clothes won't take too long.

Sam took off work early to hang out with his girls. Then we dropped our little Boopers
off with Aunt Connie and Uncle Brandon and headed out to dinner at the Melting Pot.

Love Fondue
Sam loves the chocolate part so much he was tempted to finish off the leftovers from the table next to us...I was way too full to even think about doing something that disgusting.
Three years have gone by so fast...
...and I am looking forward to an eternity more. Love you forever.

Rub a Dub Dub...

...Bailey loves the tub.

Even when it is in this tiny little bucket we took from the hospital and call a bathtub. She started off her baths with long soaks and lots of lounging while she stared in the mirror and admired all the lights.
Then she learned how to kick against the side creating waves and splashing. It wasn't long before we would end up just as wet, so we decided it was time to upgrade the tub.
Now this chubby girl could just live in her luxurious whale bath forever.
And I am okay with that, because lets be honest, the smell of old gross milk stuck between all those chin and neck rolls is quite disgusting.
And nothing beats cuddling a freshly bathed Bailey.

Smile

Sometimes the nights are long, and at times the dirty diapers seem to never end. But if you can manage to stay awake long enough in between you might be fortunate enough to catch a peek of one of these...

...and suddenly the late night fussing and early morning blow-outs don't seem so bad.

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to an amazing Dad, who sacrifices everything for his family...

A great Father-in-law who raised a fantastic son...

And to my Sam, who is already the best Dad to our little Boopers...
Bailey and I are lucky to have all of you. We love you so much.

We love our Moms...

Because I was a little preoccupied around Mother's Day...

Thanks for being the best Mom in the world. I am not sure what I would do without you.

A fabulous mother in law who loves her children more than anything, except for maybe her grandchildren...
And a little love to my Bailey Boopers for making me a Mother.
Thank you Sam for my studio pictures...
Happy super late Mother's Day. We love you so much.

Wanna Ride Bikes?

On memorial day Sam decided it was time to fix up his bike (flat tires) and start riding his bike to work. I was quite skeptical this would occur because

a. his work is 7 miles away, which doesn't seem that far, but its all uphill and for someone who hasn't done much cardio in the last while, that is far.

b. Sam can't even make it work on time driving in a car, so riding a bike is not going to help his punctuality at all, and

c. Sam always tells me about his bright ideas and only a small percentage of them actually occur.

He has proved me wrong. The bike rides have happened twice. The first time he almost died of exhaustion, got passed by some old people, and was super late to work (I still say he should have trained a little better). The second time he had to call me for a ride home because he got a flat tire. Apparently there were some thorns in the road and decided it would be smart to run them over.

His bike will probably stay in the trunk for weeks before he fixes the tire. I wonder if there will ever be a third ride?

She Gets What She Wants...

The girl is only four weeks and she already has us wrapped around her chubby little fingers.

Like for instance, in the hospital the nurse told us to burp her like this...
but instead, Bailey prefers to do be burped like this...
and she will stand her ground no matter how many times you try to correct her.

This is also how we spend the majority of our days...
because little Boopers prefers to be held while sleeping.

And no matter how many times I try to place her in here...
She will whimper until I take her out and place her on my chest; and then into dreamland she goes, snoring and all.

She already owns us. Hopefully she stays a baby forever because I am already scared for those teenage years.