5.06.2010

They fit right in, don't they?


They also love NYC!

 
Yummy

 
Garrett just wanted to see the graffiti.

Museum of Natural History

    
Saturday Night Lives Colin Quinn.
He approached us, then hung out with us for a bit.

    
We admired The Statue of Liberty from afar.

     
Why are most of our pics in the subway?
         
           
Just like they own the place.

Happy

Old hats.

Yes, that is Long Beach Ca.
We thought we might spend the night there.
(My little jetsetters)


Boarding to go home. Don't worry, we'll be back.



5.05.2010

All because two people fell in love...


No, not us. Although I do love her.

          Emilie and Erik. They fell in love. She will now be known as Emilie Nunes Copier Briggs. However,  I'll just know her as my best friend. The wedding was serene and beautiful. The bride could not have looked more stunning. I cried. I cried because I am so happy to know that she has found the happiness that she truly deserves. I love you Emilie!
                                                                                                 



4.27.2010

 So Long


I am taking the two older children to NYC. We are leaving in a couple of hours. It has been too long! In my attempt to get Nadia more excited about architecture, I am going to take her downtown to the financial district. Wall Street will get her. Garrett wants to see some Graffiti, so we will have to wander around for that. Me? I just want to be there. Oh, and I may do a little shopping for the new house. And get some spring clothes. And a spring pocketbook. And some spring shoes. And...


I just need to figure out how I am going to get it all home. Not my purchases. The city...




please

4.23.2010

I have always loved to write

The other day my mom brought me a very special treat. It was a box full of stories, art and self evaluations from my childhood. I have only looked at a few things... This story was one of them.
(There was  quite a bit of foresight to how I feel about my life in this little story.)

Keep in mind, I am going to type it word for word.  Grammatical errors, mispelling and all.

THE CASTLE

By Lyndsey valerga

There once was a girl who was so pretty, she won every Miss Utah Pageant in the world. Her name was Jessica. She had red hair and green, green eyes. and rosy cheeks. She had a brother named Jeff. He had a skateboard. He could win every contest. One day, they were eating steak and potatoes at the dinner table with there mom and dad. They were very poor and one day, a mean lady knocked at there wooden door and no one would answer the door. So she opened the door and said "I am here to take away the thing your the best at" she said to Jessica "What do you like to do the best"?. Jessica said " I win all the Miss Utah Pageants in the world." So the witch said "come here young lady and stand steele." So Jessica went to the mean lady and she stayed steele. and she said "what are you doing to me?" I am going to take away your prettyness. and she did. Next she said Come here young man. By the way, whats your kids name. Jeff said my name is Jeff and Jessica  said my name is Jessica. After that he walked over to the mean lady and she said what are you best at? And Jeff sayed  I can ride my skateboard. She said bring it to me in ten seconds and she looked at her watch and said go run along. He was so scard he ran almost as fast as a squirll could run. and he got back in five seconds! And he gave the skateboard to the mean lady and the mean lady said let me have that and he said no and the mean lady slapped him. And she said  "now give that to me without saying one word" so he gave the skateboard to the lady and she threw it out the window. and the mean lady said to the mom, come here old lady and old man and get into my carriage. now get, scram, shoe, beat it. when they got in her carriage she said get in the back. When they got to the witches castle the witch said gards take them to the dungen with the rest of the old people.  So the gards did! And Jeff and Jessica started to cry and cry and cry until there eyes got really red and there noses started running and other stuff like that intil one day when Jessica went outside, she saw the castle and she went inside to get Jeff and when she told Jeff there was a castle they thought that there mom and dad must be in there. So they tried to find there way to the castle and on there way there, they new all the other kids moms and dads got taken away from them. So on there way they went house to house picking up the other kids from there house so every kid went with them on there way they saw a house on fire a train and stuff like that. They walked 30 miles and they finally saw the castle. They ran the rest of the way. They saw the gate to the  castle. They climbed the gates. They opened the door. Bats flew out. The alarm went off. They went to hide and the fell into a secret door that no one ever new about and they fell into a basement. They heard people screaming and they found there moms and dads. And for the bad the things the mean lady did she went and lived in a small little garage and Jessica got her prettyness back. Jeff got his skateboard back and all the other kids got there stuff back.
Each family got a manchion and they lived happily ever after.

 The red hair and green eyes, the steak and potatoes, the "prettyness",  the skateboard and no one wanting to answer the door...
While all of that is definitely me, the shoo-in guarantee that this story was written by yours truly was  the fact that after all the horrible things this mean woman did, the worst punishment in the whole world for her evilness was being forced to live in a garage.  The death penalty couldn't have been worse. Oh, and after all that suffering, Jessica and her family finally got to live in a "manchion".

Thanks Mom. I love you!

4.19.2010


Art work by Lisa Mann Dirkes
.
Love EVERYTHING about this. If I could only have one piece of art at this very moment,
it would be this.

You can purchase "Dare to Fail" at Rachel Ashwell's Shabby Chic Couture in Manhattan.

Coincidentally, this is one of my favorite shops in NYC.
.
I will now post some pics so you too, can fall in love...



Her bedding is dreamy whether you are asleep or awake.
.
I am using her couture bedding for my girls room...

Perhaps  I will add a touch of Rachel  to my Hollywood Glam Boudoir. 

Indeed.
.
 I think I must!



I love this.
I think this artist has the "hole" to thank for his artistic inspiration.

4.10.2010

Things are a lookin' up

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I had a bit of an acne situation... I have never had the privilege of experiencing this before, not even as a hormonal teen.

I am now happy to report that I am once again, acne free.

In related news

The dark circles under my eyes are going away.

I will be back to the new old me in no time.

Yet another humbling moment for yours truly.



Loves,


4.06.2010

Bless Her Heart.


As most of us know, the phrase "Bless her heart" is usually prefaced or followed by  the verbal recognition of another's unfortunate circumstances.
Examples:

 Well Susan, bless her heart, is so large she fills up the bathtub and then puts in the water.
                                                                 
 She is so dumb, she can't even pass a blood test, bless her heart.

Note:  As long as her heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult isn't really even an insult... at least that's what my Great Aunt Edna (bless her heart, she was anything but) would say.

 I must have been really bored because this peaked my curiosity. So  let's look this up on  The Urban Dictionary and see if they share  my Aunt Edna's opinion...

Their Definition:

A term used prior to ridiculing, insulting the sensibilities of, or pointing out the shortcomings of someone. Used to soften the blow of a statement, and can render nearly any comment, no matter how brash or distasteful, socially acceptable.

Their Examples:

Wife- Honey, do these jeans make me look fat?

Husband- Bless your heart, dear, but you've been a whale for the last ten years and I still can hardly believe you haven't imploded into a black hole due to the force of your gravity yet, so no matter what you wear, you'll still be a walking pork rind.

Little Billy- I am 6 years old (only holds up 4 fingers).

Woman- Oh honey, bless your heart, but that's only 4 fingers.

Little Billy tries again- I am 6 years old (this time holds up the same 4 fingers and 4 more on the other hand).

 Woman- Child, Bless you and your momma's heart.
 
Okay, So now that we're all in agreement, who's heart are we blessing?
 
Today we are blessing The  Dancing with the Star's hearts.

That's all I am going to say.

4.04.2010

I know I am a design snob... I never said I wasn't.

Yes, it's true...

Surprised? I didn't think so.

 I will freely admit that when it comes to interior design, I am gonna have an opinion.

The only thing I have to say on this topic is...

First, I can appreciate any style. However, if it is the SAME style as everyone else,  I probably won't even acknowledge it.

Second, If it is your style and you embrace it, whether or not it follows "rules" or "themes" is completely  irrelevant.

 Side note:  Literal themes and sticking to text book decorating rules are the worst  thing to ever hit the design world. Unless you are four years old. (Even then, it's questionable.)

Third, Please don't live in such a small, shortsighted world. Open your eyes. Try to appreciate the raw and unprocessed approach. If I see the same "Utah special" house one more time and it is known as "The beautiful home of  the neighborhood", It will be over. I will impugn it right there on the spot.

You people that scoff and judge other people because their home is different and YOU are not use to it... Spare us all and just go away.

News flash: Not every home needs to look like Tai Pan vomited on it with their shoddy, tasteless, debris. In fact, I don't know how much more Tai Pan style I can take before I  vomit myself.  Current is good. It's refreshing and in the end it pushes you to follow your own taste and not someone else.

Rule of thumb: Do not copy your neighbor down the street, chances are they just copied their neighbor and then you fall into that horrible blind leading the blind scenario.

So at the end of the day...

Design your home the way you love it. If only people would realize that just because one particular style is stamped all over the  neighborhood, (or in my unfortunate case, the whole state) that doesn't mean it is stylish. It may have been, but it has now been done. Move on to something else. Please keep in mind that our lovely state happens to be ten years behind the trends. SO to my fellow state dwellers, if you see a home that doesn't look like every other bloody home in the neighborhood, don't shun it. Realize that the homeowners may be onto something. Perhaps, they are the ones with the taste.  While everyone else's "beautiful" (trendy, insipid, stagnant)  homes are the ones lacking.

If you, my lovely readers, are wondering what instigated this post, it's best if you don't ask...

                                                                         Loves,

3.29.2010

Things of late

By Lyndsey ErcanbrackBy by lby lyndsey ercanbrack
Fabric shopping.

Wondering why it's so much easier to find fabric for my clients.

Area rug shopping.

Wondering why it's so much easier to find area rugs for my clients.

For the first time in my life, acne cream shopping. I know, I'm an absolute basket case due to this recent turn of events. Thus causing more acne. Thus causing me to be even more of a basket case. Thus causing...  (Vicious cycle)

Trying to self manage my OCD.

Dark circles under my eye cream shopping.

Trying to watch  No Country for Old Men.  I'm getting in about fifteen minutes a night. Still worth it. This movie has more classic one liners than any other movie. Of course barring all Clint Eastwood films.

Trying to figure out why my eight year old daughter's favorite TV show is The Discovery Channel's "I shouldn't be alive".

Jetblueing.

Wishing I had time to catch up on Dexter. I'm only two seasons behind.  Three years ago, I was obsessed with this show. No one watched it then.  Now everywhere I go people are talking about it.  The last straw was the other day at my brother's house. I noticed the  Dexter dvds on his counter and he asked me if I'd ever heard about it. Hello? I tried getting him to watch it three bloody years ago.

Cleaning up throw up. Poor Vivi. Poor Liam.

Still trying to get through Catching Fire. I've only been reading this book for five months.

Eating lots of carrott cake. My new favorite treat.

Soaking my muscles in the tub. M mm, I love this one.

Still trying to be the best mom and wife in the world. I have a feeling I'm getting closer...  Right.
Dinnering with girlfriends is one of my favorite activitays.


3.25.2010

 Some People...


To the man in the Home Depot line that was charged $14.97 for a wire that you were  sure was at least $20.00. Yeah, that's right, you with the twenty five people in line behind you. Uh huh, the one who when the cashier told you she couldn't find the right SKU because Old Bob in electrical was at lunch and there was no one else there to find the right price, and  she was fine with charging you a comparable price, but you told her you couldn't sleep at night if  you didn't pay what you owed. Yeah, that's right  buddy... I was behind you. Tired, hungry and I really had to pee.


I would tell you...


Sleep well tonight.


But, I am sure you already do.

3.23.2010

Come again?

It was a beautifully serene morning. I was driving Nadia to school and we were discussing her college options. She is planning on attending  NYU... Her idea, not mine. Of course, I couldn't be more pleased by this astute  and "quick on the uptake" (as they say) decision.  We were both getting excited as we were talking about where she would live, how she would get to school, the style in New York...  Everything was going just perfectly when I mentioned to her that NYU has a great architectural program. Again, her idea, not mine...


Or so I thought.


When she said...


"You know mom, I am not going to be an architect anymore."


"I am going to be a professional wrestler."


"Or a security guard."


My reaction?


#@$!&*%$


Ok sweetie.

3.22.2010

My inspiration.
.
A little of this. A lot of that.


Perfect example of taking very traditional bones and kicking
 it up with modern furnishings. Great juxtaposition.


Traditional bones blended with contemporary colors. Love it!
(My living room is very similar.)


You can't go wrong with replacing upper cabinets with the
classic look of subway tile. Gives a very commercial feel. I love it
with the rough hewn lumber.


So timeless.


So romantic.


So perfect.
Are you noticing a trend?
(Traditional with a contemporary kick.)
By the look of the herringbone floors and ceiling height, I'm guessing
 Parisian apartment, circa 1890. I am in love with this
style. This is the very idea I fashioned my home after.


Who wouldn't want these yiddle sheepy's in their family room?
Oh, and great use of color. I am having a green sofa just like this one
being made right now.


Love, Love, Love this.
Shades of white with a punch of blue. So voguish.


Great archictural interest, I would rather have
small rooms (not that this one is small) with high ceilings than
large rooms with low ceilings. Any bloody day.


I love these balloon shades. The colors are stunning.
Very smart to pair them with this lovely damask wallpaper.
*I don't have a pink room, but I wouldn't mind one.*


H mm, why does this very traditional room look contemporary?
Have I taught you nothing my young padawans?
Very good, the color! This is my color scheme.



Now that we have the interiors straightened out,
Mandy can start designing my landscape...



I want this.


And this.


And this.

Am I asking too much?
I miss you guys
.

Jenny and Ang

3.21.2010

I love this. What a cool girl.


The little things I adore
They  mean the most
By Lyndsey Ercanbrack


...movies that make me cry

...the smell of baby breath

...organizing drawers and closets
.
...watching my children laugh together

...randomly speaking in Spanish or French

...books that make me cry

...getting cozy on blustery days

...laughing with my husband

...speeding down hill on a bike

...seeing old couples hold hands

...playing competitive scrabble

...cream cheese frosting

...rain at the swimming pool
.
...watching my children play make believe (my favorite)

...remembering when

3.19.2010

To German

                                 
Here is my baby. Lets just do it. 48 x 108. I want to keep the wood looking totally raw with just a clear matte lacquer finish. I am afraid the lacquer will make it have some amber hues, so perhaps a very diluted espresso stain will counter act that effect.






3.15.2010

Dr. Seuss How did you get so smart?

Did you know that have always been in love with Dr. Seuss? It is true. I think my love affair started when I was just a wee babe and my dad would read the classics to us. Then, when I became a mommy,  The Dr. suess collection was one of my first purchases. I wanted to introduce my children to his visionary, picturesque world.  The imaginative characters, the rhymes and use of trisyllabic meter makes for a great frolic. I know that a lot of people think his books are full of  gibberish and tomfoolery. Gibberish? Not to me. Tomfoolery? Absolutely. That's what makes him so bloody great! ( And wise beyond his years.)

Sometimes I lay in bed and think about some of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes. Yes, I am 32. why do you ask?


Today you are you,                                                             
that is truer than true.
There is no one alive
who is youer than you.

If you never did, you should.
These things are fun and
fun is good.

And you will succeed?
Yes indeed, Yes indeed!
Ninety-eight and three-quarters
percent gauranteed.

Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter,
and those who matter don't mind.

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind.
Some come from ahead and some come from behind.
But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see.
Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me. (My fav)

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles
and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...
...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
 
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird,
and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
 
If you'd never been born, then you might be an Isn't!
An Isn't has no fun at all. No, he disn't.
 
Poor empty pants
with nobody inside them. (My other fav)
 
I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.
 
All those Nupboards in the Cupboards they're good fun to have about.
But that Nooth gush on my tooth brush.....Him I could do without.
 
 
And there you have it...There are many more that I am absolutely mad about, but if I post them all, each one won't stand out because they are all so wonderful. Did I mention that I used Dr. Seuss references in a talk I gave in sacrament? Yes, It was a success. You can't go wrong with Dr. S.
Mitigation

In regards to my  "fact" post, I hope that I have not offended any of my Catholic or gay readers.  If I have, please accept my apology. And if you are a gay Catholic, I double apologize...

3.14.2010

Someday...


I know this is laden with cheese...
You don't have to tell me twice.
 but I like it nonetheless.

3.13.2010

This is style


Daryl Carter, you are a genius. And a true swashbuckler.

3.09.2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME


Welcome to the thirty second year of my life.
Let us make it an agreeable one.

 FACT  32 years, 32 facts
Bears are faster than... (Oh sorry, wrong set of facts)
 FACT:
1. I have had ulcers since I was eight years old. When I get stressed or panic, they still bleed.  
Writing lists help me to stay calm and functional.

2. My earliest memory is of  me eating finger paint at Mrs. Burgon's preschool.

3. My brother once convinced me that the blinking red lights I could see from my bedroom window was  The Great Wall of China. I believed him until I was 16 and driving down the road and saw those same blinking red lights.

4.While on the subject... when I was seven, that same brother told me that while the rest of my family belonged to the LDS church, I was a Catholic because I hadn't been baptized. I cried because I thought all Catholics smoked and mowed their lawns in yellowed wife beaters. I didn't want anything to do with that.
He and the rest of my siblings even made up a song about me and Catholicism, I would cry even more. Where was my mom during all of these hotfooted shenanigans? H mm, that's a good question.

5. My happy place is fabric, paint and old houses. Often times I fall asleep to them. (Or with them... but that's for another time.)

6. I'm not a feminist according to today's standards, but in some circles I am considered as thus. And
I am okay with that.

7. I pre-heat my sheets every night with a blow dryer. To me, nothing is more comforting than forced heat.

8. If I had it my way, I would wear sweat pants, tight t shirts and Uggs everywhere I went.

9. When my little children are emotional, I encourage them... thus making them more emotional and allowing  me to hold and comfort them longer.

10. I lack the desire to make friends. But when I do, I am loyal to the end.

11. Accents = automatically  fascinating and beautiful people.
 
12. I  listen to other people's conversations and critique what they are saying and how they are saying it. Sometimes I go as far as correcting them in a mumble. ( I know...  I need to get a life)
 
13. I have OCD to an extreme. More "O" than "C".
 
14. I am a bit of a procrastinator when it comes to certain things. The more work I have to do (like today, for example), the longer I will do something else. (Like this, for example.)
 
15. I talk to myself. And usually in an English accent. Also on this subject... I swear an awful lot to myself. The worse the word, the better I feel. Swearing to myself in an English accent always pleases me. (Feel free to email me at any time during this read and let me know if you think I need professional help.)
 
16. I get major offended when people say anything of mine  is "darling". Puke. (Unless it is used in  reference to my children.)
 
17. My mom has babied me my whole life. I baby my children and will continue to do so their whole life.
 
18. I don't alter myself  for anyone or anything.
 
19. Judging by the way I look, people assume I am high maintenance. I am not. Not even close.
 
20. I have received a few black eyes in my day... One from a mosh pit, one from snowboarding. My mom would have disagreed, but if you ask me, all were a badges of honor.
 
21. I am a very talented interior designer. I know what I am doing in this respect and I take great pride in it.
 
22. I have twirled my hair since I was a baby. Violently at times, rendering less than desirable bald spots in my hair... you were right Grandma.
 
23. I touch the tip of my  nose with my index finger when I am thinking.
 
24. I have several daft fears, but the biggest one is definitely my fear of mice.
Side story: When we were first married, Tom told me he saw a mouse in the kitchen of our apartment. I couldn't sleep that night, every movement, every noise, every thought was  that damn mouse. The next day I informed the landlord we would be out by the end of the week. (That's when  we bought our first house.)
***Tom has since decided if he ever sees a mouse again, I will find out over his dead body.***
 
25. I am psychic. Truly. (Which makes Tom's resolve on number twenty four futile.)
 
26. Not to generalize, but most gay women have a strong disdain for me . One yelled at me just the other day. I am still trying to figure out why.
 
27. I am not easily intimidated by people or things.
 
Sorry if this is painful for you, my sweet readers... I am enjoying myself quite a bit. Don't worry, I'm almost done.
 
28. I was the best driver in my entire drivers ed. class and the only one who got to drive on the freeway.
 
29. In reference to number twenty eight, I assume I was the best driver because when I was fourteen my best friend and I use to sneak her mother's car at night and drive downtown, just to turn around and come back. (Glenda, If you are reading this I am sorry.)

30.When I was little, my mom nicknamed me bizzy wizzy because I was always keeping myself  "bizzy". Nothing has changed there.
 
31. I amuse myself. I find me to be quite a kick.
 
32. Birthday? Hardly. I celebrate Birthweek.  (It's my favorite holiday)


And in other news...
Blue is my new favorite color.

3.08.2010

I have no title for this one.
So it will remain title-less
By Lyndsey Ercanbrack

I am a very busy woman these days... So when I need to make a run to a store, so what if I require my children to eat at that store? In this particular case, I was running to Ikea to pick up a set of napkins...

Side Note: Ikea has very cool decorative napkins for all celebratory merriments.

So back to the story at hand...

Side Note # 2: I am going to start abbrieviating that phrase to BTTSAH, since I use it so often.

While casually mentioning to the children that we would be dining at Sweden's finest charcuterie for lunch, I never heard such an outburst from my sweet, yet extremely finicky children. And to think...  When I was little I was lucky to squeeze a drive through  happy meal out of my parents.  And, I would have done nearly anything for a dinner at the local Sizzler.  (Which my kids turn their nose up to.)  If  Ikea would have been around when I was growing up, I would have been in seventh heaven to blend my three favorite things together... food, furniture and fun. (Of course, I was not always a furniture snob... So Ikea would have fit that bill just swimmingly.) None was more disgusted with the idea of eating at Ikea as Garrett. In his exact words  "What? we are eating at that place??? That's like Walmart opening a restaurant and calling it 'Walmart  the Restaurant', and we eat there... It's not funny mom, it's disgusting!"  

So, my question/concern is this: Why are times so different that my children don't enjoy the little things? Things that would have put me on cloud cuckoo-land when I was little, don't do a thing for my children. They're not even phased by  them. I would be lying if  I said this didn't break my heart. The little things were what use to make me so happy. Those are the things I look back on with the most happiness.

I am wondering what little things they will look back on with fond memories?

Just something for me to think about.

Oh, and Garrett, You have eaten at Walmart... It's called the deli. ;)

Loves,

3.07.2010

I am a wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Teacher.
I wear a  lot of different hats. As William Shakespeare said
"All the world's a stage."  He must have been talking to women.


 Indeed, we  have a lot of roles to play... But if we can be true to ourselves,  all the different facets of what make us who we are will shine through and allow us to be the women we need to be for all those important people in our lives.
This is a beautiful ballad from  a writer in England Named Nikki Dudley.
It's from her collection called exits/origins. So if you fancy a good read,
take a gander at this one...


“The sky is turning itself

inside, out,” you said

and the cars were barriers to our escape.

The sky flapped like a (bird) caught in

my mouth tasted like blood

as I looked up to check: turning/ plastic bodies rolling over.

EYE IMAGINE the what are, what are you looking

at stranglers? Please hold my hand.

“It scares me,” you said, flipping an eye shut/ drive towards

Ex- but don’t, please don’t, let the tires scream

Won’t jump out/hold on

Won’t jump on/hold out

Want to wake up in the darkness and know you’re a life, or is it beating, beating fortune?

Call

3.06.2010

Not just any other day

Wow, It has been a busy few weeks. Lots of big events for our family. First, Nadia turned eight years old on February 12. Then Liam turned five on March 1, or as he use to say when he was little, the First of Marc. (I already miss those days.) I am having my birthday week next week, and we are in our final push for the new house... but the most important affair occurred today.

My precious Nadia Marie was baptized. It was a very virtuous and edifying event. She looked absolutely dazzling in her white dress, but that is not what made her beautiful today. It was her valiant  glow that lit up her face that made her unmistakably  stunning. I was so proud to see her make this noble decision to be baptized and receive the most glorious gift  in the world. It was clear that she too, was proud of her decision. Of course we had all our family there. Aunt Mandy gave an amazing talk on baptism and Garrett said such a sweet closing prayer. Afterwards, we partied  like rock stars at a restaurant where we ate way too much and laughed way too loud... Just the usual. It was the perfect way to celebrate Nadia and her very significant day.



I love you, Nadia!!!  I am so proud of you!

3.01.2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIAM!!!


Happy birthday to the funniest, most tender little boy in the world. No one can make me laugh like you can. You are so talented and smart! But what I love most about you is your heart. It is so big and you wear it right on your sleeve. I love how you protect your sisters. I love how you look up to Garrett. I love that you have such an appreciation for music. It kills me how you can sing along with all the songs mommy sings to. I love your passion... but most of all, I just love you!



For Liam's big five, we went to Pirate Island. He really wanted to go to Chucky Cheese, but unfortunately, when we called to make arrangements they were closed for cleaning . (Ok, you know I'm lying because we all know Chucky Cheese has never cleaned, but that's what we shamelessly, selfishly told our son.) Honestly, as far as he was concerned as long as it got to be a pajama party, he didn't care where it was. So we all went to Pirate Island for a pajama pirate pizza party. It was very fun and I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to have a fun childrens party. All of his aunts and uncles and grandparents were there and he had an amazing time. What a lucky boy to be surrounded by so many people that love him so much!