when Scot and i got married, we would always talk about how lucky we are to have such amazing moms and how lucky we each were to adore our mother in laws. i’ve enjoyed my mother in law from day one and she continues to amaze me with her kindness, open mindedness and huge heart. i know that many people are not as lucky to have an open and honest relationship with their husbands mom, so i count my blessings with Bobbi (what the grandkids call her).
you know the people who are like “UGH! my mother in law is coming over!” or “UGH! if only my mother in law would butt out!”? yeah, that is not me. i wish my mother in law could come over more often. i love her company and her advice is always awesome – she raised 4 kids after all!
Bobbi is an amazing mom, having 4 kids (under 6 at the time Scot was born!) and now an incredible grandma. every time i watch her with Harper and her cousins, I see why my husband and siblings-in-law all turned out so great. she is a nurturer. and i’m so lucky she has chosen to nurture me, too. i really could not have asked for a better 2nd mom in my life. she is patient, funny and her hugs are the best – they have that extra little squeeze at the end.
do you have an amazing mother in law? grandma? any other mom in your life that makes you a better person? would it make you happy if leaving a comment here would enter you to win some yummy candles? it would? OH YAY!
leave me a comment on this post about a special mom in your life. you will automatically be entered to win a fab gift set from Root Candles, which includes their large veriglass candle, reed difuser, and scented tassle, in your choice of Sun Dried Cotton, English Lavender or Ginger Pachouli. ( i have the Sun Dried Cotton and it’s awesome!).
easy right? and? perfect because Mother’s Day is coming up…May 9th in case you forgot. :]
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good luck and lets hear about some of your favorite mamas!
and you know what? i’ve never really told you guys much about him. FOR SHAME. he is amazing, handsome (omg, handsome) and a kick ace proud papa. he is also the funniest guy i know, with my best friend alex coming in a close second (if you know alex, you get this, he looks like mexican jesus and is plain amazing).
scot and i met at the taste of tacoma, an event where you go and eat. and eat. and then eat some more. i’m sure your city has one. anywho, i thought he was super rude and he thought i was kind of loud and obnoxious (weird…). but we had some mutual friends, so we ended up seeing eachother every weekend. i was actually living about 60 miles north at the time, so i’d drive down to hang out with my friends every weekend. that particular summer (oh five) was awesome. you know when you can’t put an entire summer into words, but it was so amazing and fun and cool and perfect? yes, that. with a michael jackson, queen, stevie wonder and ray charles soundtrack. THAT was the summer of oh five.
one evening i laughed so hard i fell off the couch. and landed next to him. and our arms touched. and though i’d never looked at him that way, i all of a sudden did. and he did, too. MAGICAL I TELL YOU.
we spent the next few months eating sushi, driving over 70 miles to go on dates with each other, texting, myspace messaging (ew! myspace!) until one evening after dinner he asked me if i’d move in with him. his parents had bought a townhouse to rent out, he was moving in and wanted me to join him.
OHKAY.
you know when things are right? and you don’t even question something before you yell your answer? that happened. and it was set. the next two months held our first christmas (and looks of excitement from family as i opened my gift from him…a cell phone. HAHA, sorry guys) and discussions of marriage. i told him i didn’t need a ring, a gum wrapper one would suffice, i just needed and wanted him (have you barfed yet?).
after barely 5 months of dating, i returned home from a girls trip to california. it was an exciting day because i would see our new place for the first time and he had moved all my things in while i was gone. he picked me up from the airport and took me to my moms to get stella. i wanted arbys. we went to arbys. i told him about my trip. HOURS later we finally made it to our home. our home together. i was so excited to see it.
he walked me around each room, showing me the place we now lived. the kitchen, the living room, oh look this is the pantry, guest room, office, master bath, and lastly, the master bedroom.
[note: please get your swooning pants on and "AWWW" bucket ready]
as he opened the door i saw stuff. no bed, but a swirl of stuff. on the walls. my very first instinct was that he had done something sweet to welcome me home. but as he opened the door further i saw poster sized photos of us hung around the room. rose petals everywhere. streamers, candles, WOAH. a little table held champagne, 2 glasses, and…a tiny box.
holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap
he knelt down, said inexplicably sweet things while i cried and shook and asked me to marry him. he opened the blue box and through my blurry eyes there it was.
a ring made out of a gum wrapper.
after i yelled “yes!” many times and we hugged and kissed and i understandably FREAKED MY FREAK, he finally said “that isn’t really your ring. you think i’d really not get you a ring? it’s over there” and pointed to a dozen red roses where my engagement ring was tucked into the petals.
and the following august we did this:
through many years and many ups and downs, this guy has never lost that romantic side. he does the most amazing things out of nowhere sometimes that blow me away. he has a huge heart and is the funniest person i’ve ever had the pleasure of laughing with. he is quirky (loves DEVO, golfing, payton manning and belting out the occasional justin timberlake song) is an amazing musician (he is an admired drummer, as in, i’ve seen people drool and drop their jaw as he plays) and now my most favorite, a kick ass dad.
he deserves a round of applause for putting up with me (can you imagine?) and for working so hard for our family. i fall asleep during movies he wants to watch and i forget to make his coffee, yet he still loves me when i say things like “monkeys lay eggs right?” (another post for another day i suppose). he thinks i am the funniest person alive and for that he deserves some sort of award.
this post brought to you by him, who today, after working 12 – 16 hour days every day this week, brought ME flowers home and cooked ME dinner.
he really is that awesome.
post summary: scot is rad and monkeys do not lay eggs.
well, it’s no vlog, but it IS a super cute video of my mom blowing bubbles for Harper. she absolutely loves bubbles and asks for them often.
in this clip, she does a few super cute things. when she wants something, she asks “here go?” because we always say “here you go” when we hand her things. so when she wants my mom to blow the bubbles, she says “here go?”. then, once the bubbles are blown, she exclaims “oh gosh!” and then yells “BUBBESH!”. i know. it’s cute, right?
also please note at about :45, it looks like she blows a bubble out of her mouth. just a little tid bit that made me giggle when i watched it. enjoy!
this post? will be my one and only post i ever pay trolls a bit of attention. but damnit, this needs to be said.
i’m so sick and tired of seeing my blog friends get nasty, anonymous comments on their blogs. today i was “lucky” enough to be a target and i’m essentially ok with it because i have to be. implying i am not as “pretty as you thought i was” or that i am fatter than you’d like me to be is not only childish, but plain gross. telling people their writing sucks, their opinions are wrong, their kids are ugly and such nonsense means you have issues. like serious, sad issues. hiding behind the “anonymous” option means your words are meaningless and you are a coward. it’s very sad that people have this kind of time on their hands.
blogging is a scary venture. you open yourself up to people you don’t know, in hopes that maybe you can connect with people you relate with. hope that something you say touches them or helps them through a bad day or tough time they may be going through. hope you can make someone, just one person, laugh and forget about their problems for at least the time it takes to read your post. it takes time, effort, heart and emotion. for people to smash that to smithereens by bashing your appearance, your thoughts, your honesty, anything, is infuriating to me.
this isn’t what we are here to do people. we are here to create community, help one another, circle together and write. share our stories. take people on a journey. how sad is it that some people feel the need to rain on that parade? how does making someone else feel bad help you sleep at night?
by blogging here, i am inviting you into my “home”. before you come over, i spruce it up a bit, hang pretty pictures for you to look at and open my door for you with a wide smile and open arms. if you enter, sit down and stay a while, you know, peruse the whole house and then tell me i’m ugly and dumb and my home sucks, then you’re gonna get the hell out of my house.
and if you continue to look through my windows after i kick you out? well at least i’m gonna shut those windows so i don’t have to hear you.
some blogs may leave the nasty comments, feed off of them and let their readers feed off of them. not this girl. i will say it means the world to me that my readers feel protective enough to come to my defense and i could not be more appreciative. but if i’m having a party and one person is an ass, you’re not about to ruin the good time for my other guests. you’re gonna get shown the front door.
when you leave a blatantly hurtful comment on a blog that i enjoy reading, you are threatening the existence of that blog. then you have pissed me off. i want to read REAL stories, REAL human emotion, REAL LIFE. you swoop in and make that writer for a second doubt what they’re doing there and you are messing with my reading enjoyment. you are taking away that persons ability to write without filters and for that, i hate you.
making yourself relatable means making yourself vulnerable. i’m ok with that, otherwise i wouldn’t be here. but being cruel is going to get you a one way ticket to the front porch. because i hold the control over the delete button, and fellow bloggers, you do too.
coming up…May 9th in case you forgot. :]
