Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Happy 5th Birthday Nora Rose

5 years ago I gave birth to the little beauty you see in the collage above. At 7lbs and 11oz, with blonde hair and blue eyes, I was blessed with the most incredible little girl. A little girl full of more personality than her little body should contain. She was born a performer. Pretending to sleep when she was just a few months old to dancing before she could run, to creating different characters that she becomes at any moment, to singing at the top of her lungs anytime a song is on. I will be very surprised if she doesn't pursue a career performing. Often times, she will come downstairs with different posture, a different voice and demanding we call her by the name of whatever character she has become. My favorite being Charley, the old man who walks with a cane and talks like he has no teeth. She will hunch her back like the Hunchback of Notre Dam, walk like she's about 80 years old (with the assistance of a pretend cane) and curl her lips over her teeth and speak in a geriatric fashion. Another one character she likes to portray is Felicity. She comes down with all of her play jewelry on, a purse with a little dog in it and whip her hair around as she talks like she's a 14 year old girl who must have been raised in Beverly Hills. It's hilarious to watch, except when we found out recently that she can command tears and pretend cry within seconds. That is when we really realized how committed to the craft she is, at only 5 years young!

I know everyone always says that it goes to fast, but seriously, it does! I just cannot believe she is 5. Happy Birthday Nora Rose. I cannot wait to see what the next 5 years brings.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Happy Father's Day 2.0

Yesterday marked the second Father's Day without my Daddy. I went into the day with no anxiety or feelings of sadness. I was really looking forward to celebrating the many years I did have with my Daddy, and more importantly, celebrating the amazing Father of my own children.

The day started out rocky. When I woke up, Todd was already awake and out on the back porch on the phone. He looked upset, really upset, and looking at him so upset opened my floodgates of emotion. I stood there looking at him through the sliding glass door for a few moments, before I decided to go into the bathroom to compose myself. I didn't want to greet him on Father's Day sobbing. Not exactly the Father's Day greeting I had imagined. Haha.

I blew my nose, wiped my eyes and regained my sanity. When he came inside I greeted him with a warm hug and kiss and told him Happy Father's Day.

The rest of the morning was spent doing everything in my power to cheer him up. He wasn't hungry, so I made some breakfast potatoes instead of the big breakfast spread I had envisioned. I listened and talked to him about the bad news that he got that had upset him, and eventually the day started to turn around. Dinner I think was what put him over the top. Or that is what my inner Martha Stewart is telling me anyway...

When I woke up this morning, realizing I overcame my emotional roller coaster of a day, and did a darn good job of making Todd happy, I felt one simple emotion. HAPPY!

I am so very thankful that my children have such an incredible Father. One that is there every night to tuck them in, to hold their hand, wipe their tears, and to be a constant source of love. It has almost been 16 years since Todd first became and Father, and I know he's had hurtles to overcome, but he is without a doubt one of the best Father's I have ever been around.

He deserves more than just a day of recognition!

To Todd, the love of my life, thank you for just being you! I look forward to a lifetime of ways to show my appreciation for all that you do for us. Happy Father's Day Boo. I wuv you wots!

Happy Father's Day