PSF and love letters

My husband and I met on January 1, 2000. After dating for that year (more or less) he few up to Philadelphia (where my parents lived at the time) to spend New Year's Eve.

He told me he had something special for me and when we went out for dinner that night, he pulled out a box of stationary.

His idea was to write letters to each other about our thoughts on the current year and predictions for the upcoming year. After we wrote the letters, we would seal them up and open them the following New Year's Eve.

This is the letter he wrote me that night. Among other romantic words, he writes of how he's going to propose in the near future and that he hopes we'd be married that summer.

Our letter writing has become a tradition that we look forward to each year. In the past nine years the pile has grown and it's amazing to re-read the letters remembering what we thought would happen and recall what actually happened. One of the most memorable letters would be the letters we opened in 2008. In our letters written on December 31, 2007 we both talk about the joy Melody has brought our family and how fulfilled we feel as a family of four. However, by the time those letters were read, Charlie was already 3 months old!

I have spent some time over the past few days reflecting on this year with my husband and thinking about the kind of wife I want to be for him in 2010. While past letters have predicted many different things, there is one thought that is repeated over and over: how much we love each other and love being married. That is one thing I don't predict to change!

Happy New Year!

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I've gone over to the dark, I mean cloth, side

Last week Lauren&Co came to visit.
(Like the picture? Melody and Libby are sporting some especially stellar Chandler smiles.)

And she brought something with her...
No, not the baby! The diaper.

Yes, I've officially crossed over to the dark side or jumped on the cloth bandwagon (depending on how you look at it).

Charlie seems to be happy with the switch, don't you think?

Despite the fact that I've asked Lauren eleventy seven questions and she has willingly told me every thing she knows, I'm still feeling out the waters.

So, if anyone is in the know and has info to share, puh-lease leave me a comment and pass along some knowledge!

Charlie and I both thank you!

WW - Christmas Day

Gingerbread Madness

Since Jack had been asking for weeks to make a gingerbread house, and eat it, I finally gave in.

Last week, while we were in Jackson, they made gingerbread houses and ate them.

Yummy looking, I know. And they ate every last sugary bite.

They didn't save Charlie a bite either. Fortunately, he was happy to just get a graham cracker. He's so easy to please.

PSF and Merry Christmas

Hosted by Cecily

WW - Two Whos

Cindy Lou Who


Melody Lou Who

True Story Tuesday and what's that sound?

My True Story Tuesday this week is by request of Rachel, the True Story Tuesday genius over at Once Upon A Miracle.

The scene is one evening about 9:00, Alex and I are comfortably sitting on the couch watching TV engaged in interesting discussion.

Though our children have been asleep for well over an hour, we hear Jack's door open. We thinking nothing of it and just assume that he will use the restroom like he does most nights and then head right back to his room.

Now, the kids' bathroom is not too far from the stairs and if the door is open, it's relatively easy to hear what's going on in there. Sure enough, a few seconds later, we hear the unmistakable sound of, um, as Alex would say, "someone taking a leak."

Only it sounds loud. Really loud. Way too loud to be in the bathroom.

So, I walk into the hallway to peer up the stairs and see what's going on.

And I almost get peed on.

In his sleepy daze, Jack bypassed the bathroom completely and walked right over to the staircase. I'm assuming now, he was thinking about coming downstairs and telling us he had to go, but the urge got the better of him. He simply dropped his pants right there and took aim between the balusters. I have to tell you, it's quite shocking to walk over to the stairs and almost get hit in the face by a stream of pee.

By the time I pulled myself together enough to exclaim, "Jack!" he had already finished. He pulled his britches right up and headed right back to bed. Alex was totally cracking up. I have to admit I did giggle a little bit, but not as hard as Alex did. After all, I was the one that had to clean it up!