Monday, December 17, 2007

Ryan is 29!

Twenty-nine years ago today Ryan was born in Columbus, Montana, so I thought I'd share 29 things about my one and only:




1. He's a trivia whiz. He knows things a regular person would never even think to think of. No one can ever beat him at Trivial Pursuit, and he has statistics to back up everything.





2. He's also a brainiac about things that matter. He was valedictorian of his high school and has known the answer to every single question I have ever asked him. His intelligence does not bode well for me in heated marital "debates" because my emotional responses always sound ridiculous in comparison with his logical ones.



3. He hates it when I try to nestle my freezing feet against his legs in bed at night. He says it's like being branded.



4. He played the clarinet in high school.



5. He was also captain of the football team, participated in the high jump in track, and won the district agronomy contest. Is there anything the man didn't do?



6. He's the only one who can get Marissa to sleep during church.



7. He desperately wants a gaming system, but realizes the chance of divorce sky rockets if he actually goes through with it.



8. He's worse than a girl about eating desserts. He wants some sort of dessert (preferably chocolate) every night.






9. He hates fiction and has fallen asleep while reading Harry Potter and a host of other great reads that are page-turners for the general public.



10. He has never once complained about what I make for dinner or that we eat a lot of leftovers.



11. If I had a penny for every time he was late . . . (no offense, babe).



12. His favorite 4 talking points are politics/economics, philosophical ideas, relationships, and sports. In that order.



13. Once when we were dating he was out of food. So he just squirted some ketchup in his mouth and went to bed.





14. He has a great build and height. It was one of the first things that attracted me to him over 7 years ago.



15. I always think of his build whenever I watch While you were Sleeping. Jack falls on the ice and asks Lucy to borrow some of her pants. She says, "If you fit into my pants I will kill myself." I feel confident that Ryan and I could never share pants and I love him for it.



16. He's a steak and potatoes type of guy. We usually go to Outback when we go out to eat, but the rare times we do branch out, he always says afterward, "We should have gone to Outback."



17. Riley and Marissa adore him. The second he gets home Riley is pestering him to play and Sissy wants to sit on is lap while he eats dinner.






18. He loves rain and overcast weather. I cannot understand this.



19. Most of our movie queue on Netflix are documentaries, although he enjoys many different genres. His favorite chick flick is Win a Date with Tad Hamilton.



20. He is fairly non-picky about his clothes. He has worn (and liked, I think) everything I have bought for him over the years.



21. He has lost 2 wedding rings. Does anyone know where we can buy a third one on the cheap? Odds are that it will get lost too.



22. He's not afraid of anything that I am afraid of: extreme sports, spiders, burglars, or the possibility of one of the kids getting injured. He's definitely the more easy going parent.



23. I do not trust him to drive on road trips unless I make it a point to stay awake and make conversation. Once when we were driving to Lake Powell (in the middle of the day) and on countless excursions to Montana I have looked over and his eyes have been closed.



24. He is very unselfish. I first learned this about him while we were dating and he didn't mind if his roommates borrowed stuff without asking (food, underwear, you name it.) Now he unselfishly sacrifices his time and money to his 3 liabilities.



25. He's not controlling or scary at all. I have never been afraid to tell him about running the car off the road, dropping the brand-new camera, bleaching his swimsuit, or losing important documents. (All hypotheticals, of course.)



26. His olive skin makes him look tan year round and I am incredibly jealous.



27. I think his idea of a perfect day is doing something active (golfing, hiking, whatever), relaxing with the latest non-fiction word (book or blog), and going out to dinner with me.



28. He has nicknames for everyone, even if they don't know about it.



29. There is no one I would rather talk to or spend time with. Happy Birthday Baby Beaw! I love you!






Tuesday, December 4, 2007

'Tis the Season

Things I love about Christmas:


1. Peppermint ice cream. Ryan's philosophy is, "If it ain't chocolate, it ain't dessert" but I love the light pink coloring intermixed the little bits of candy cane. (You can put chocolate syrup on top, babe.)


2. Buying gifts. I love this all the time but especially at Christmas.

3. Kids. Riley sort of understands Christmas this year and dictated a letter to Santa, which I transcribed and "mailed." Here is his list, verbatim:

--Bulldozer
--Vacuum
--Iron
--Mixer
--Grocery store
--Cash register
--Dump truck
--Trampoline

4. Josh Groban singing O Holy Night.



5. Yummy scented candles.
6. Packages in the mail, even if I know what's in them.



Things I don't love:

1. That annoying song about wanting a hippopotamus for Christmas. I can't decide if the voice or the lyrics irk me more.

2. Holiday traffic. One thing I love about not working is that I can run errands during the work week and not deal with Saturday traffic. During Christmas the traffic is Saturday x 10.






3. Eggnog. Quadruple yuck.









4. Tacky outdoor Christmas decorations. Lights are one thing, but we drove by a house the other day with a banner that said, "Happy Birthday Jesus." Our neighbors across the street have this exact Spongebob, among several other scary holiday inflatables.


5. Taking down inside decorations. It takes forever and is the biggest mess. Ideally all our stuff would be down by December 26.
6. Mindless Christmas movies like The Santa Clause and The Christmas Story, although I think I am the only person alive who doesn't like the latter.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

It's A . . .

Thank you to everyone who voted in our baby gender poll! For the 44% of you who voted girl, you were right! The ulatrasound showed that the baby is healthy, active, and 100% girl (not even a chance for a maybe). We are excited for a new little girl in the family. Let the name debate begin!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Baby Gender

Ryan and I find out what we are having next Tuesday, so please vote in our baby gender poll!! The results will be posted sometime that day, pending baby cooperation.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Rough and Tumble

Every so often, when the weather is too yucky to go outside, we throw the couch cushions on the floor for some rough and tumble play so the kids can burn off some energy. I probably wouldn't recommend it if you have nice furniture, but we plan to use our couch as firewood the second we get a new one.






Even the Sister McBaby gets into it.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Double, double, toil, and trouble

Riley LOVED scooping out pumpkin guts.


I was hesitant to post pictures of our pumpkins after seeing Nathan and Lindsey's, but the monkey holding the princess was too cute to pass up.


Typically I'm not big on dressing myself up for Halloween (not that you can call cutting a couple of holes in a sheet dressing up), but yesterday I decided to be a fun mom and make a ghost out of an old paint sheet. It was super improv, and ended up looking more like a burka than a ghost, but the kids got a kick out of it. For that reason alone it was worth it.


Riley came home with a pretty big candy stash. Let's just say that half of it is already mysteriously gone and he didn't eat it.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Captain Underpants

I recently did something incredibly brave. I ran an errand with Riley while he was wearing underpants. I was terrified, but he didn't want to put a diaper on and I had to run the errand, so . . . I decided to chance it. At the store I must have asked him 100 times within 20 minutes if he had to go potty, even though he had just gone before we left. I whizzed down the aisles in record speed and was home in a jiffy--whew! Since then we have run many errands sans diapers, all disaster free. But I'm still a little tense about it. After all, accidents happen all the time to quasi-potty trained kids, and what would I do if he were to have one in the produce section of Walmart? Do I tie his jacket around his waist and make a beeline for the car, leaving a cart full of groceries? Am I supposed to pack an extra pair of pants and underpants so that I can just change him there? Will people smile that "Oh honey, I've been there" smile, or will they be disgusted? Maybe I'm just supposed to stay cooped up at home until I'm certain no accidents will occur (however long that takes). I'm looking for advice. Anyone?