This is so D

Every. Single. Time.

I was wrong.

Watching the "Teach Me How to Dougie" instructional video in the kitchen in Whistler with 22 other girls doesn't actually make you the whitest girls on earth.

But being the daughter of George W. most certainly does...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMO3zsQrTF8  (you just need to watch from :45 on.)

We've created a monster.

This is ALL he does during meals now. 

Goodbye, July

So much to post.  Due to lots of family in town and stupid computer problems, I haven't been able to write about the most important days of the year.  A birthday.  A birthday party.  Another, not-as-exciting birthday.  An anniversary, part one. And an anniversary, part two.  All of this within 14 days.  More to come...

07.25.27.2007

I'm the luckiest of all girls- I get to celebrate two anniversaries with Mr. B.  The church one and the beach one.  One a bit sweeter; the other a bit more fun.

07/25/07

Him- handsome, confident, beaming, like he always is.  Me- trying to hold back my tears so I would still be a pretty bride.  I love that we walked down the aisle together, both ways.  How untraditional, huh?  He also tied the bow on  my dress when I was getting ready.  I carried a thrown-together bouquet of flowers from Safeway with my Grandma Katie's rosary.  To be honest, I think I tried to play off the 25th like it wasn't that big of a deal- figuring I'd be more excited, nervous, anxious, etc. on the 27th when everyone would be there.  I was wrong.  I remember thinking I'd keep my cool, but the second we started walking together and I heard the music, I lost it.  I made eye contact with Stace, and, with tears in her eyes, she wagged her finger at me to stop crying.  At the front of the aisle, I felt at peace.  Father Jim made us (I mean MADE us) memorize our vows.  "But can we take a cheat sheet in case we get nervous," we asked a few days prior.  "Nope," he replied.  But we both did it.  And didn't screw up.  He got a little teary.  I got a lot teary.  And it was perfect. 

07/27/07



Fast forward two days later...the vibe was much different.  The boys came back from golfing about 25 minutes before we were due to take pictures.  They were still ready before all of the girls.  I was almost giddy walking down the aisle- no more nerves. 

What else comes to mind?  nine beautiful bridesmaids; nine handsome groomsmen; Father Dave- the best internet-ordained minister two people could ask for; a guy using his shoe as a phone; double-dutch dancing; bridesmaids and Joe in the pool; bridesmaid dresses in the Mexican ocean; wild Poppy dancing; my poor dad witnessing a few people who had far too much to drink; lots of little girls in beautiful dresses; AMAZING food; inappropriate music; one pissed off wedding planner; Coronas, Coronas, Coronas; dancing to The Beatles with my dad;  mariachi band; watching the last 15 minutes of the party from the deck with D.

A wild wedding if there ever was one...

Stache Bash

We threw a good ol' fashioned stache bash for our boy a mere 23 days after moving to our new pad (nothing like throwing a party to get those boxes unpacked):

(This is a complete and total rip-off of a pinterest picture.  Don't judge- the wreath is cute.)

(The shirt was a rip-off, too.  Have you guessed that I'm not very creative?)

Mustaches galore!

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Pretty ladies.

A blast from the past.

Blondies.

Lots of family.  (KiKi's making some of her famous "konfectionaries" in the bottom right corner.  As one guest put it, the mini pies were "God's work."  Well done, KiKi.)

Someone was really happy to be hosting his boy's party.

Dads with babies and beers.

JW's not sure about Auntie Chanel's sunnies.

Gramma was Jack and Ky's favorite person- the power of Cheerios is nothing to mess with.

"Don't mind if I do."

Not impressed with mom's attempt at a cupcake cake. 

The littlest party guests.

Happy birthday, Jack Wyatt.  We love you!

12 Months, One Year, 52 Weeks

Dear JW,

My dear, sweet belated birthday boy....by now you've probably come to realize something about your Mama- I'm rarely, if ever, on time.  I hate this about me.  It's a terrible quality to possess.  I have all the confidence in the world that you'll take after your militant-like dad and be the first one to show up wherever you go.  Though this letter wasn't written on your birthday, it was completed within your 12th month which must count for something. 

I could go on and on about how fast this year went by, how I can't believe you're not considered a baby anymore, etc., etc.  Instead I will just say this: thank you for helping me discover a love I never knew existed.  You have made me a better person- more sensitive, more understanding, much more mushy.  Looking back, I am positive I never really got what people meant by the term, "a mother's love."  There just isn't anything that compares.  I am absolutely, 100% crazy for you. 

I love your wispy hair, especially when it curls up over your ears.  I love your blue- with a touch of hazel- eyes.  I love your expressive brow.  I love your big, full lips.  I love the way your little tongue sticks ever-so-slightly out of your mouth, just like your dad.  I love how chunky your thighs are.  I love how you roll your feet around when you're tired or really want something.  I love how you laugh when other people are laughing- a great quality to possess.  I love how much you love other kids.  I love how observant you are- I think you'll be a details guy, just like your dad.  I love how you stop and listen for sounds, especially when we're outside.  I love how much you love Tar and Amelia.  I love your "happy bird" laugh, the one we usually only hear after you've spotted Amelia.  I love how you give hugs and snuggles and big, open-mouthed kisses. 

I love you, little man. 



xoxo,  Your Mama