Friday, February 12, 2010


My family. My family is my life. Everything I do and am pretty much revolves around my husband and my son. I love them so much sometimes it hurts. I realize that sounds over dramatic, but it's true. And before I got married I never knew how true it could be.

I never really use to be a "family" person. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but I was a"friend" person. I mean this in the sense that I always would rather be out, surrounded by lots of people, going to a party then sitting at home, watching movies and just hanging out with the fam.

My, oh my, how that has changed.

Now I live and breath my family. Since getting married, the perfect night for me is either ordering in or going to a nearby restaurant for appetizers and drinks (although, now that the baby is here, ordering in is usually more appealing) and then cuddling up on the couch with my husband and two dogs to watch a movie. I would much rather be at home doing nothing then out at a bar or a party. I love meeting the girls for a happy hour every once in awhile, but I'm pretty much over the "going out" phase in my life.

This being said, I feel like I should introduce you (you? I act like there are people out there reading this!) to my family.

My husband, S, and I met in college. I actually dated his roommate before him. I was in a sorority and he was in a fraternity and we like to joke to people that "our eyes met over the beer pong table". We were both spending our first summer in Flagstaff (where we went to college) and had mutual friends. We were also both the only people under 21, although I had a fake ID. About halfway through the summer my ID got taken at a local bar (Devastating!!!) and S and I began hanging out while our friends went out to the bars. We became fast friends, 3 weeks later we had our first kiss, and the rest is history. We have been together ever since and got married in April of 2008. I may be biased, but I think I am the luckiest woman on this earth. S is my best friend, the most wonderful husband and the greatest dad. He is also one of those people that everyone likes (which can actually be kind of irritating if I'm trying to vent to my friends about him.)

My beautiful baby son, L. Now five months old and already such a ladies man. I never knew you could love something as unconditionally as I do this child. I love how he has long little toes that he is always curling under. I love that he crinkles his nose when he smiles. I love when he's tired and he burrows his face in my neck. I love him so much sometimes I sit up at night just watching him sleep. We weren't trying to get pregnant, we had been married less then a year when I found out I was, but it is by far the best thing that has ever happened to us. L makes us better people. He makes the world a better place .He's my little monkey and I love him more then life itself.

Charlie. Mine and Shaun's firstborn. (Had to steal that from you, Ali!) We got him in college. He is our little pound puppy. Everyone swore to us that it would be the death of our relationship.

"Don't get a dog," they said. "It pretty much guarantees that you will break up."

But we didn't and Charlie is a great dog. He loves L. S thinks he is The World's Greatest Dog. S also thinks he can predict the weather and likes to tell people he is a pure bread minituare german shepherd. He can't and he isn't. He is the kind of dog you could leave in the house all day and know he wouldn't do anything bad. I think he has ears that are disportinetly small for his head, like chiuhuha ears. I often make fun of him for this. He has weird phobias (water, vases and wine glasses, just to name a few), but we love him.

Stella. Stella is not the kind of dog you can leave in the house all day and know that she won't do anything bad. In fact, if you left Stella in the house all day you can pretty much guarantee that your house will be destroyed when you get back. She has on more then one occasion managed to get our refrigerator door open and the steaks or hamburgers we were suppose to be having for dinner. She has only ever done this when we were having steaks or hamburgers for dinner, I don't know how she knows, but she does. One Christmas she ate an entire box of liqor filled chocolates that were wrapped and under the tree. When we first moved into our new house she tried to escape the backyard by sticking her head through a hole in our brick fence. She got suck and the fire department had to rescue her. She doesn't mean to be a bad dog..... she just is. She a pure-bred beagle, cost us way too much money, is spoiled and stubborn, doesn't listen, gets into anything and everything, but is also incredibly sweet and so darn cute you can't help but love her.

And finally, the last member of our little clan. Lucy, also known as Lucifer. I decided I wanted a cat. S didn't. I begged and pleaded and he finally caved. And we ended up with the worlds worst cat. She meows constantly. She is very weird, she'll follow you around meowing like all she wants is a little of your attention and then is super skittish when you give her some. She climbs screens. She claws the carpet. She claws the furniture. She bites toes if you move then under the covers at night. S is convinced that she is plotting against him at night because she likes to sit on his nightstand and watch him sleep. And somehow, she has become Stella's best friend. The cuddle. They play. Stella licks Lucy's face to clean her and then Lucy returns the favor. The sleep together at the end of our bed at night. It's strange and not totally natural but by worming her way into Stella's heart Lucy has embedded herself in our family.

So that's all of us. My family. My everything. I realize this is a super long post but I wanted to introduce everyone! (And we will see how S reacts to my use of pictures and initials!)

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