Girls Camp was beyond wonderful and deserves it's own post. One hopefully filled with many pictures this flattering.
Ryan, seen here with his twin Seth (I could not get over how much they look alike after not seeing them for a week), basically does a better job at homemaking and mothering than me. It's a little embarrassing to return home to a (deep) cleaned house, the best birthday party ever, ALL WHILE HE WORKED FULL TIME from home, after a week away. I mean, really. What is my point in this relationship, anyway?
Our garden finally decided to produce. We got 6 ears of corn, about 20 carrots, an onion and 8 tomatoes. Friday for dinner we had omelets made with some of the above ingredients and corn on the cob. A week of camping and I'm all about self-sufficiency and nature!
We had a lovely 11th anniversary. Emma drew this cute cute cute picture and put it above our bed as a surprise on Saturday. It was super low key (for once) and we celebrated by eating a fun-yummy-pricey dinner at the Melting Pot.
And there you go. Back to blood-sucking, hurdle-jumping, clothes-needing, older-getting real life.
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Sorry the pictures didn't turn out so great...I clearly didn't get the best spot for picture taking. I still think you look cute though.
Thanks again for the delicious dinner and more importantly letting me spill my guts. I really needed to purge...
Oh and Ryan is not doing himself any favors in the "man friend" department. Aric will never be able to live up to "the-pretty-much-already-exalted" Ryan. I will try to keep Aric away from this post as not to give him anymore ammunition for all the husband Ryan-haters out there.
That is one very busy week! Glad you had a good time at Girls Camp!
The picture your daughter drew is so sweet and just adorable!
Hey, you can bear the children, that's something that Ryan can't physically do, right? ALthough I won't mention that to him or anything, being the overachiever he is, he might find a way to do that too!!
Sorry, I have been absent from the blogging world also (I also blame it on Breaking Dawn, and Goose Girl, and my family reunion). We'll make up for lost time next week, K?
#3, #3, #3, I'm #3
Hey, you can bear the children, that's something that Ryan can't physically do, right? ALthough I won't mention that to him or anything, being the overachiever he is, he might find a way to do that too!!
Sorry, I have been absent from the blogging world also (I also blame it on Breaking Dawn, and Goose Girl, and my family reunion). We'll make up for lost time next week, K?
#3, #3, #3, I'm #3
I guess i was accidentally #4 and #5 too.
I can't get over that darling picture! And hello?! Please take note of the Picasso-esque noses...the girl's an artiste!
I happen to think you look adorable in that picture.
I understand what you mean about having a husband that is a better at homemaking and mothering than you feel you are...(Though...I know Ryan isn't better than you...you both compliment each other)...but...I often feel the same way...sometimes, I wonder what my point is in the relationship, too. I know what you and I both bring to our marriages...we're total eye candy ;)
Did you make him wear a sweater vest?
You look great in your camp picture! I love it! Oh, and Seth and Ryan do look so alike, it's crazy. Love all the pictures, especially Emma's picture! She's so cute!
Call me! I love and miss you guys so much!
DO YOU REALIZE THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS EPIPHONE? IT'S LIKE THE HEAVENS HAVE ALIGNED AND ARE SMILING DOWN ON YOU!!!
YOU.HAVE.NO.MORE.DOMESTIC.RESPONSIBILITY!
you are now free to read books, eat goodies, and shop at will. in the name of familial best interests, let ryan do the rest.
oh girl, your life is suh-WEET!
That picture from Emma is beautiful! What a thoughtful gift. It shows how much she appreciates her mom and dad - you guys are BOTH amazing.
Jessica, I am a pie purist, I don't like spices like cinnamon with my berries. Just some berries, some sugar, some dry tapioca. I think 6 C. Berries,
1 C. sugar, 1/4 C. Tapioca. Mix them together and let sit for 10 minutes or so while you get the crust ready. The pie will run a little bit when warm and then sets up nicely when cool and there is nothing to mess up the fresh fruit flavor. Bake at 375 for an 60-75 minutes.
PS, A peach melba pie is awesome, fresh peaches, a little lemon juice, raspberries, sugar, tapioca. Served warm with ice cream. My mouth is watering!!!
I'm with Andrea. Milk Ryan for all he's worth and put your feet up!
You look so cute in that picture. And I thought it before I read your sarcastic self-deprecating comment.
Emma needs to pursue art! She has talent, please encourage her. As for camp, I remember you hating girls camp when you were young so happy you enjoyed it this time around. You look fabulous, stop the self loathing and BTW hurry have the baby and get ready because I have more clothes for you!
i love a lot of things about your family, but one of the things i love the most is that your kids know how much you and Ryan love each other. emma's picture is adorable.
Love your artist and Jane's adorable smile. She is so cute I'm thinking about stealing her.
Sounds to me like you've got a keeper there. A man that does deep cleaning all while tending kids? I think I want to steal him, bulletin board or no.
That is a super cute picture that Emma drew! Love it.
Ryan is pretty amazing... the whole birthday party thing was pretty fascinating.
You win a gold star for being at Girl's Camp pregnant.
And Ryan earns 2 gold stars for being so good to you. (you deserve it.)
Can you come over and play? Ryan can take care of the kids and clean the house...
I may not be coming up for Labor Day after all. It will be a last-minute decision due to Dan's brother's hot and cold moods... so if it is hot, we will come. If not, we will stay. I love not knowing what the heck we are doing.
Love the 'twin' pic. i'm partial to those =). Also YAY for gardens--I sooo wish I had one already!
Ryan only did it for a week...I'd like to see him do it all the time!! (just kidding, he probably could)
You look amazing for being pregnant with number 5. Oh my inspiring! Thinking about adding one more kid to our brood makes me shudder and yet you are there diving in with no fear.
Inspiring...
Did I sense sarcasm in that comment about the picture? I hope not, as you look radiant. Too radiant for Girl's Camp. Was that the first day?
I LOVE the Melting Pot. Did you know that they have happy hour? We ate there for about $25 because they cut salad, cheese and chocolate in half. Stuffed and we didn't even break the bank! They also have girl's night. Not as cheap as happy hour but still a fun splurge (once a year):).
p.s. When i said they cut the chocolate, cheese and salad in half...not the portions, just the price.
Firstly, LOVE the picture Emma drew. You better keep that forever because it's precious.
Secondly, Jane is totally going brunette! I hardly recognized her in that picture because her hair looked so dark. Maybe it's the lighting.
Thirdly, you are the cutest pregnant person. You always look so done up to the T! You practically glow you're so beautiful, both inside and out.
Ok,
I know this isn't a timely post - but I feel I must unburden myself on behalf of my brothers.
An open epistle to Ryan, our well-meaning, but misguided brother:
Ryan, I remember well the days when I was all the husband my wife could ever want, simply through abiding by two key precepts:
Hold a job
Don't be rude
But thanks to the blog world, I find my status as reigning "Mr. Darcy" under attack. For example, my efforts to raise my feet so that Rochelle can vacuum under them no longer receive the thoughtful looks of appreciation they once did. It's as if my selfless action of feet raising has been devalued on the open market.
In the past such issues haven't bothered me. When my wife extolled the virtues of some George Clooney-esque individual I had only to reach for my silver bullet (well honey, he's not a priesthood holder) to restore all things to their proper perspective. I've disposed of countless challenges to my position as "first rate husband" in this way - with minimal inconvenience to myself. When she first mentioned your antics, I was not alarmed - I simply waited for the right moment to reach for the never-failing silver bullet. Alas - when my moment of need came I found it had deserted me. Who could have suspected?
Ryan - Football season is upon us and if I have to devote my precious time to "shoring up my base" in the wife-voters department it will cut seriously into the college football viewing schedule. However, I can't afford any further setbacks to my overall husband-approval rating. In reviewing my options (fight back with housework, scented candles, child birthday cakes made from donuts, selfless service - or pull you down to a more manageable level) - I offer the following plea in the spirit of brotherhood:
Moderate your wife-sensitive ways. Life is a marathon Ryan, not a sprint. Pace yourself man - don't blow it all in the first 15 years of marriage leaving nothing for later on. I'm sure your wife will see the sense of what I say (although, perhaps, not at first). Indeed, she may come to thank me (although I have no plans to wait by my e-mail box). I only have your own marriage and it's benefit in mind. If I and my brothers benefit on the side - so much the better.
Your brother,
Rochelleht's lesser half
I take no responsibility for the previous comment.
Do not be fooled by the slacker-like persona "Mr. Lesser Half" has donned. Greg has long held the title of King of the Great Husbands in our neck of the woods. For years, he has gotten comments like the above from my friends' husbands.
When he learned there was a man who not only does triathalons but throws kids' birthday parties, too, he felt his reign slipping. No worries. I'm sure he will up his game...
Did you read that Ryan? "...I'm sure he will up his game..."
You're killing me man.
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