Monday, July 28, 2014

You Down With O.M.?

Let's take a break from the only thing I ever seem to talk about now, and review something amazing that happened way back in April!!!
I'm in complete shock that it's already been four months since Jessica and Bobby tied the knot. How has this post manage to slip through the cracks?
Oh yes....that's right....I had pregnancy brain, and then I lost my placenta, and well....we all knows what happens after that! Luckily being pregnant doesn't seem to disable one's upper body so much, so I was able to do my own hair and makeup for the special event, and I'm all about saving money when I can.....even my toes pitched in to help!
So, back to the good stuff.....Remember that "Friends" episode where Chandler and Monica get married, and Joey officiated the wedding? Didn't you always wish you could go to a wedding where the ceremony was as cool and funny as that??? 
Not only did I get to go to a wedding like that, but in this case, our very good friends Jessica and Bobby were Monica and Chandler, I was Rachel (except everyone already knew I was pregnant), and Joey so happened to be my husband (except he wasn't late, didn't forget his lines, and was dressed way better)!!
It's not everyday a regular ol' girl like me gets to experience her husband officiating the wedding of her two very good friends. If I wasn't crying because of all the lovely-dovey wedding stuff, it was from being so impressed and inspired by Patrick's poise and closeness to God that day......
The poor guy was so nervous, I thought he was going to sprout 100 more gray hairs right there in front of the audience, but you never would have been able to tell if you didn't know him like I do. The ceremony was just long enough, just short enough, had just the right amount of tasteful humor, and I felt so special that he kept looking over to me every so often for support and approval.
Jessica therefore nicknamed Patrick "O.M.", Original Minister (insert the part where you think....that sounds familiar.....doesn't she mean Original Gangster?). She was even sweet enough to invite his parents, so they could witness their son making them proud.
I never thought I'd have the chance to be the Matron of Honor for anyone, and I definitely never thought that IF I ever did get the chance, it'd be so difficult to bend over and help the bride with her dress train, but you can bet your ass it didn't keep me from my duties!!!
A cold front blew in just before the big day and not only were we freezing, but the wind could have blown away a small child, which made for great fun for an outside wedding with outdoor pictures. At least it didn't rain!! During the ceremony, I envied all the guests sitting so close together, bundled up with blankets and cozy coats, while we toughed it like motionless frozen statues out at the alter, more exposed to the elements than any of us would have preferred.......but it was for a good cause
If you're wondering if the wedding and ceremony was actually as fun as all the pictures make it look, the answer is YES. Funnest wedding since my own. Period. 
With candy cigarettes to throw us back into younger years, fun music to get groovy to, grandma's pulling dresses up over their heads with excitement, a photo booth with ridiculous props, intensely dangerous hispanic wedding marches, and grooms getting tossed into the sky, there was never a dull moment. 
And I was sober. 
True to form, Patrick and I wrote/played a song for the newlyweds, but waited until the night before, so I couldn't remember my lines. 
After a LOOOONG night of dancing (I was sore for days after; those girls had no mercy on me......Also, aren't Patrick's parents too cute out there on the dance floor? They were one of the last couples on the floor for the "years of marriage" dance), we all headed outside to light sparklers and surprise the lovebirds with a sweet lovey song for the two of them to have one more lasting sweet moment in a romantically light room to close a perfect day.  
To one of my most favorite couples in the world: CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

#dillonaday Weekly Roundup 6

 #1 Taking naps on Mom is the best. - July 20
#2 Sometimes, just to entertain myself, I transition from suspicious, to indifferent, to pissed, to so focused I go crossed a matter of seconds. - July 21
#3 Eatin's my game, Milk Monster's my name. - July 22
#4 Guess who only woke up to eat ONCE last night?!? ME!!!! Selfie fist bump! Also, I weighed 11 lbs 14 oz today, like the champ in plaid snaps that I am. - July 23
#5 I really do think my Dad is a rad lad!! I love it when he comes home from work. - July 24
#6 Mom and me are being super cool today by dressing as twinkies. - July 25
#7 Sometimes being a baby is a rough job. - July 26

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Not Turning into Ogre's

There was a time in my life when "going out" always meant heading to the bar to party too hard, stay out as late as possible, lose my voice, pee behind bushes in public places because I didn't want to wait in the bathroom line, and cuss at some random clueless drunk girl for leaning on me too much. 
Now, "going out" means calling up a couple of friends to make an appearance at a red carpet event and sign a few autographs.

"It's boring,'s a part of my life."-- Anchorman

JUST KIDDING!  I really had you going.....didn't I? Maybe it would have been more believable if I said, "blue carpet"?
What "going out" means now is having a couple hours of just grown up bonding time (only a couple because I still have to pump, and we still have to get to bed by sunset so we don't turn into ogre's to be functional the next day).......and probably just one glass of wine, maybe two if I'm feeling frisky.
Not only was this last week our first trail of spending time away from Dillon, it was also our first time to take him to a restaurant, WITH us!
Even though our family lives two hours away, they've still managed to pitch in to help make all these milestones happen (But not without a little extra multitasking on my pumping and fixing my hair at the same time......wasn't THAT a sight for sore eyes!). 
Dillon got to meet his Great Grandmother, Nana, during this process, and Callie made sure  he was safe around this "new comer". 
And as fun as it is to get away for little pieces of time here and there, I still can't wait to get home and snuggle with my little milk monster.
Thank you, FAMILY, for pitching in, in all your ways, so Patrick and me can still be Patrick and me. We appreciate it tremendously.........but NO, you may not keep him for an entire week while we're in Colorado. No can do. Nope nopiddy nopesters.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Who You Callin' Short?

This kid.......
I don't even know if I have enough to say for all these pictures, but I'll try. 
What I can say is, Dillon is one LOVED baby. 
Since he's been born, there's rarely a day when there isn't someone coming to visit/hold him. 
Cousin Allison COULDN'T WAIT to get her hands on him. She basically kidnapped him for two straight days.
By the time she left, I missed him dearly, since she'd been stealing all his cuddles.
But even when it's just the two of us, it's never just the two of us. Callie is always fighting me to be as close as possible. She's on top of us at all times, licking and "consoling", or at most only a couple of feet away....
Patrick has to get his fill as soon as he gets home from work.
Dusty, who isn't as keen on infant cuddles, finally gave into the sweetness (it just took a little pushing on my behalf.....AKA basically throwing Dillon on his lap and abandoning the two of them so they could bond).
Of my closest local friends who have babies (all baby BOYS and within a year of each other in age), Dillon is the youngest, but only by a few weeks.

We're so blessed to have future play mates so close in age and excited to see how their friendships develop. 
And when it's just him and I, he refuses to have it any other way than being as close as possible while I'm doing chores.
All in all, life is good. But juggling everything over the span of a two story home comes with some mishaps.......
......Like supplies taking a tumble. Somehow, the other day, I completely lucked out when this container of milk bounced down the stairs and landed bottom down, only managing to spew a couple of ounces in the process. Dillon didn't seem to mind, he knew he'd get fed anyway.
 And somehow, through the big shift of priorities, I've still managed to keep my herb garden alive. Not only is it not fried by the summer heat, but it's flourishing!
I've never seen the bloom of a dill plant before....and I'm kind of loving it.
So there you have it; looks like I'm never short on words, just like Dillon is never short on cuddles. 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

#dillonaday Weekly Roundup 5

#1 Oh boy oh boy how I adore the great outdoors!!!! - July 13
#2 First a new hipster outfit, then a walk in the cool-front breeze, then a swing with flying bugs, and now a visitor on the way?!? This day couldn't get any better! - July 15
#3 The beginnings of an childhood friendship!! Holden 4 months and Dillon 1 month!!!!! - July 15
#4 Mom and Dad took me to my very first restaurant outing tonight!! I slept the entire time, in the midst of chaos.....because that's how I roll. - July 16
#5 Guess who's 1 month old today?!?!? ME, that's who!!! - July 17
#6 I'm beginning to realize there's some really cool stuff hanging in the sky when mom puts me on my forest play mat. - July 18
#7 I got to meet my great grandmother, Nana, for the very first time today!!! My do mother made sure to stay really close, and make sure Nana did everything just right. - July 19


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