We got a new coffee maker. Well actually I don't think you can call it a coffee maker. I think it would be offended, grow legs, get up off the counter and walk out of our house to find a home who fully appreciated it.
So let me start again.
We got a Nespresso Machine.
I love it with all my heart. Well, with the tiny bits of my heart that aren't taken up with love for the one and only person who knows how to work this complex piece of machinery. My husband that rocks.
Joey makes the best lattes ever with this fabulous Nespresso machine. I mean, he makes them so well, that I haven't even missed my addiction to Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha (non-fat no whip). And that's really saying something. Because I am a complete coffee snob.
And I'm not afraid to admit it.
Joey has started to make me a latte almost every morning, but sometimes, he makes it too early - while I'm still putting on my make-up and fixing my hair - and you know, I can't multi-task. So last night I requested that he bump the latte-making time closer to my departure time.
"Oh, certainly, my queen!"
Now I know that may sound a bit sarcastic and patronizing. But for the sake of this post, I choose to believe that he was 92.5% sincere.
And after his early departure this morning - and my attempt to make my own latte (which was a complete and total failure) - I'm truly hoping that he was sincere and will return to his latte making duties tomorrow.
We have this tradition we call "Family Fun Day". It's generally nothing huge, but the kids love it and we usually try to have FFD every weekend.
This weekend we were quite busy, as Ashton has started winter volleyball, so it turned into Family Fun Night - at Chuck E. Cheese. When we go to CEC, we always split up - one parent with one child - and this time it was Taylor and me.
So forgive me for not having pics of the rest of the family, but I wasn't with them much (unless we were stuffing our faces with pizza, and that doesn't make for very good pictures!).
Taylor LOVED the flying bicycle, as you can tell.
But most of the time he spent playing Deal or No Deal. He was determined to win tons of tickets, so he pretty much planted himself here.
Very, very exciting!! (Seriously, could he be any cuter?)
All in all, it was a successful Family Fun Night. Joey and Ashton has lots of fun, too. I promise.
Before I can get into today's MHR post, I must address the obvious issue at hand - my extended blogging absence.
Haven't you all been worried about me? Has anyone sent out a search party?
Well, call them back, because I'm alive. Now.
But earlier in the week I was seriously "knock, knock, knockin' on heavens' door." And I don't mean in a good way. I mean in the way that I sincerely thought Joey would be cashing in on my life insurance.
But all is well now, so let's talk about what a fabulous hubby I have, okay??
Ah, my hubby. Such a hottie. Yeah, this weeks installment is completely superficial, but that's ok.
You see, Joey didn't realize he aspired to be a model. But I found this picture that was taken several years ago when he was already perfecting the "Blue Steel".
Magnificent! I can see now that it was that moment that led him to his upcoming modeling career. It didn't even take much practice. I just pointed the camera and this is what I got. It's like he was born for this.
Tomorrow is his first paying gig. That's right. Momma needs a new pair of shoes.
Ok, ok. Daddy needs a new TV. Fine.
Wish him luck, ladies!
I love you baby!! You're gonna do great! (Can I quit my job yet?)
Our friend Isabelle is coming to visit. This Isabelle. Drop dead gorgeous, fitness model Isabelle.
I have no idea when, but she says she's coming, so it must be true.
Last night I told Joey I was getting my lazy butt back to the gym. He asked if it was because Izzy was coming to visit.
I could deny it, but I would just be lying. And what's the point of that.
Yes, I usually workout on a regular basis. Yes, I've been a complete slacker over the holidays and since Joey started his new job and since I started going to this new gym. I hate it. There are boys there. And it's way too crowded.
But Izzy's coming. No excuse is good enough to stop that plane.
Anyway, back to my story. See, Izzy also made a resolution. A "Stephanie Resolution". She totally didn't need this resolution, but for some reason she felt compelled and I told her that when she came to visit we'd go shopping for more of these "Stephanie Resolution" clothes.
I think I may have to step away from the Mexican food (wish me luck) and just learn to ignore the stupid boys at the gym.
Saturday Joey had to go to a work meeting. He left me sleeping soundly, nice and snuggled in our warm, soft, cozy bed.
At 8:30 I was rudely awakened by a 4.5 foot tall cute little girl demanding french toast for breakfast. (Ok, so she didn't demand. She asked very sweetly.)
Once I cleared the fog from my head, checked the clock (8:30??? What the heck???), and asked her what in the world she was doing asking for french toast at 8:30 on a Saturday morning, I reminded her that I don't cook - at least not without the smoke detectors going off.
"But I don't want cereal or Pop-Tarts." she said.
Well, that's a good reason, I guess. So I got my lazy body out of bed and made the sweet thing some french toast.
I didn't even set off the smoke detectors. Pretty good, I think. (However, I did master the art of making french toast while I was pregnant with Taylor. I craved that and ice water.)
I think she was happy. Score one for mom.
**Now before you all go calling CPS on me for sleeping until 8:30 and expecting my children to get their own breakfast, you should know that they are usually not here on Saturday morning. They spend the night at their Great Grandparents every Friday night. (Don't hate.) BUT, when they are here, I have worked very hard at raising self-sufficient children.
Well, at least children who can pour their own cereal.
It must be someone with a child who doesn't care about Show & Tell.
Or someone with a child who can take the same stuffed animal every week and be perfectly content.
Or maybe someone who's child's school doesn't even have Show & Tell.
Or possibly someone who doesn't even have a child.
Yes, that must be it.
Because it certainly wasn't someone who has a child with the mind of a steel trap like my child. No, I would not have invented a horrid thing like Show & Tell where my precious child insists on bringing a new toy every week to school.
Oh, and it's not just once a week. It's twice a week. Because they can't leave out the kids that only come on Tuesday and Thursday.
And the toy has to DO something, mommy.
And I can't bring THAT toy. I took THAT one on May 23, 2006.
And I can't take THAT one because it doesn't DO anything.
Yes, it's a wonder I make it through it every week with out committing myself to a mental institution over this wonderful event.
Who would join me in starting a petition to ban Show & Tell?
Santa was pretty good this year, if I do say so myself! The kids were pretty happy and had no complaints, which is rare, as we all know!
Here's Taylor with a new drum set he got from his Memaw & Pepaw... which will happily remain at their house. Call me a horrible mother if you wish, but we warned them before they bought it - and he spends every Friday night over there. So I'll let them get the headaches.
Santa brought both the kids Nintendo DS's. This was the best thing Santa has ever done - again, if I do say so myself. Especially since Santa took them on a 9 hour road trip to Amarillo.
Santa is a very smart cookie!
Grandpa and Lynda scored big points with Ashton with an all-science Christmas. Crazy, I know. But she LOVED it! A microscope, magic rocks, and a globe that also shows the constellations when you turn off the lights. Pretty cool, huh?
Grandpa and the kiddos
Santa also happened to find a Nintendo Wii, which is a big hit for the whole family. In fact I won a 10 minute massage by beating Joey at bowling the other night. It's not just for the us though, I swear. We have so much fun playing as a family. If you don't have one, and you can get one, you really should. It's a blast!
You've heard about Ashton's new bike... it did survive the crash into my new car. More on that later, I promise. It's absolutely hysterical.
Taylor got his first pair of Heeley's and just learned to use them yesterday - which also lead to learning to tie his own shoes. What a big boy!
I'm sure you're all wondering where in blogland have I been. Well.... hold it.... hold it....
Yes, I said it. The great city of Amarillo. My birth place. But I must tell you, something has gone seriously wrong. I mean, I took my laptop with every intention of keeping in touch with the blog world. I thought I would just head over to a nearby Starbucks, sip on my favorite cup of coffee, and keep you all up to date on the hip happenings of my family vacay (minus the hott hubby... he had to work).
But I got to Amarillo... and there were no Starbucks. My cousin told me she had never even had Starbucks. It was a very sad time for me. But I pushed through... just without telling you all about it.
Don't worry, I'll be back. I have lots to tell you.
... about how I got a new car... and then my daughter crashed her brand new bike into it giving it it's first scratch when it was only 3 days old.
... about how Taylor saw snow for the first time in his 5 year old life. I've never seen him happier.
Yeah, I've got plenty of material for you... stick around!
I’m Stephanie - wife to one extremely handsome cop; mother to two extremely silly kids. The hubs and I have been married since February ’99. I love him more each day and simply can’t get enough of him. My daughter, Ashton, is 12 going on 17. She’s beautiful, creative, smart, and oh, so sassy. Taylor, our son, is 8 and is so much like his daddy it’s scary. He makes me laugh all the time with the silly things he says and does. He won’t remember what you told him 5 minutes from now, just like his daddy. I love to laugh and spend time with friends and family. I’ve also recently discovered a love for cooking and enjoy sharing recipes. I love finding new blog friends, so be sure to leave a comment so I can do the same!