Tuesday, March 17, 2009

From Me.

So we are a little busy. . .but productive. Mike is working on his final essay for his class. . .it will be a long night. He currently is lacking 2000 words. Yesterday, Grace, Obie and I raked 7 bags of leaves. Yes, they should have been raked in the fall but it just never happened. These were the leftovers. We spent all day outside. Today was Obie's 15 month doctors visit. All went well. 23 pounds 13 oz. (40%), 32 inches long (75%) and his head is 80-85%. He only had one shot, and Grace was a great helper like always. Mike and I were discussing how many words he could say. (It was one of the questions and the form I had to fill out) Currently he can say Mama (which he never does), Dada, dog, down, ball, that, no, Li-la for Lily, and Hi. He is also and animal expert. He thumps his chest like a gorilla, he can waddle like a penguin and he attempts to whistle when he sees birds. Genius. Genius. Tonight we finally met with a window guy for a quote. We ended up getting 5 new windows. We liked the guy and he was cheaper and better then the others we have see so in about a month we will have four new windows in the living room and one in the kitchen. It will be amazing to be able to open the window without the screen falling in on us or water pouring in through the cracks. . .so I'm excited. Saturday is a birthday party for a kid at church and then Sunday Mike and I are in the nursery at church. After that our business will be over for a bit.
Some things I love:
I love when Grace looks at me, at an unsuspecting time, and says "Mama, I love you soo much!"
I love when Obie kisses me through the fence. . .he won't kiss me without the fence between us.
I love when Grace tells me "Mama, thats ok, its ok Mama." She says this after someone does something they are not suppose to do. . .like I grabbed a cup of soda, the lid poped off and I spilled the whole thing. It poured all over Graces dinner, onto the counter and then on the floor that I just moped all while Grace and I stood there together. "Mama, thats ok, its ok Mama."
I love when Grace and Obie share.
I love when Obie tries to get Grace's attention. . .by banging something on her or by standing in her way.
I love when Juma or Lily lays on my back and warms it, while I lay on the couch. . .I can't afford a hot stone massage so a hot little dog will have to do.
I love 3 in 1s. These are instant little coffee packs that have the coffee, sugar and cream all in the pouch. I just a cute little cup and dump it in with hot water. Easy, quick, caffeine.
I love my new easy quiche recipe. Crust and quiche from scratch. Fast and satisfying.
I love Michael cleaning the stove top. He doesn't clean it often, but when he does it shines. He's a perfectionist, I am not.
I love a clean sink. White, shiny faucet, no dishes.
I love the Ikea magazine I got in the mail today. . .the closest Ikea it 5 hours away. . .But I still love Ikea.
I love a hot shower. . .really hot.
I love empty laundry baskets.
I love the sound of Michael's computer keys taping away. . .its the sound of hope. . .soon there will be a finished paper and then a rested husband. . .soon.

4 comments:

Margaret said...

Sounds like our little Obie is growing up. Stephanie I love it when I hear your voice say "Mom needs a coffee". You take such great care of me. I love it when I feel the touch of your dad's hand in mine. I love my family!! Best in the WORLD!! I love seeing new pictures of my family. I love it when I hear that you are finally going to get those new windows, I can hardly wait to see them.

Jennifer said...

stephanie, i love your collection of 'i love's. very sweet and lovely. i hope everything went well for mikey!! xx

Rantipole15 said...

Wow, Obie is growing so fast! I know he's only two months younger than Brahm which is really nothing, but I keep thinking of him in terms of that birth announcement photo we had on our fridge for so long. And all those words! Brahm still just says "Mama" "Dada" "oh" and "yeah", as far as we can tell!

Michael said...

Stephanie, I love you all the more just hearing about the things you love. You are so precious! Love, Mom B.
PS I can't wait to see you and see all those things for myself!