Happy Birthday Baby!!

Today is my wonderful husband's birthday. I will admit that this is probably not his best birthday since I am still hobbling around after surgury so besides ordering his iphone and picking up an ice cream cake his birthday has been a little low key. But I promise I will make it up to him when we go on our Vegas vacation! But Lilly and I are happy to have such an awesome dad and husband. We love you baby! Happy Birthday!!



Christmas 2008

Is this a good thing?

So I had my gallbladder taken out yesterday and let me tell you my abs hurt!!! But after sleeping for like 12 hours I feel a bit better, oh that and the drugs** that they gave me. Jeff keeps laughing at me because apparently I can not hide being all hopped up on drugs. I guess it's good to know that if i ever develop a crack addition that someone will notice. But Frank if now gone forever (Frank is my gallbladder, you know from Scrubs when Turk says "““I am going to yank that gallbladder out of you so fast that your spleen is gonna say to your kidney, “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO FRANK!?” That’s right, your kidney named your gallbladder Frank.”) and I am somewhat curious about what they have done with him (and why I have gendered my gallbladder a boy). not that I want him or anything, I'm just curious what is to be done with him. Anyway, I am waiting patiently for a few weeks before I can finally eat like a normal person, oh and pick up Lilly who seems to be a bit miffed at me. I have to admit that my feeling were a bit hurt this afternoon when I cam e downstaors to see her after not seeing her in 24 hours and she gave me a look that said "And where have you been?" Then she took a book to my mom, I guess she will be good at the whole teen silent treatment thing later.

Oh well, I am off to take a nice drug induced nap and will update later will pics of our trip to the Columbus Zoo ealier this week.

*** This post has been brought to you by the drug Percocet

Happy Father's Day!

So Jeff celebrated his second official father's day today. Between Lilly and I we made sure that he had lots of fun and lots of love. Now Lilly is far too young for me to ask her about her daddy but since dada was her first word, I think she's smitten. Obviously we know that since the day she was born,

she has been a daddy's girl.


But as she has grown daddy has become her very favorite playmate.






I do not know if I even have the words to describe the amazing father that my husband is. He is the rock of our little family, the one you can always count on. From charming a baby smile to rocking that same baby to sleep,



he is always there for Lilly and for me. And I know that if Lilly could tell you she would go on and on about how much she loves her daddy,


who is the favorite in her castle and will always be her Prince Charming.



Thank you Jeff for all that you do and for being the most amazing father ever. We love you very much!
Love Jess and Lilly

Some Vintage Lilly

In honor of Lilly turning 16 months yesterday I wanted to give you some vintage Lilly. Here she is playing at the park one year ago. At four months she was rolling over and attempting to sit up, with some help of course.



One year later she is hell on wheels. This is Miss Lilly just the other day after she pulled every last wipe out of the box. Where does all the time go?

The Spenser Chronicles

A Shutter Sisters Assignment:

This, in case you have no idea who I am, is Spenser, our 7 year old boxer.


He looks a little sad in this pictures, but this is, in fact, his tired face. Actually it is his tired and leave me alone face. I took this picture on Mothers Day 2008, the day my husband got me my DSLR camera and I went crazy playing with it. The dog was a prime target as the baby was asleep. At this point he had escaped to the window seat to take a nap and a break from all the snapping, as you can see it did not work.

Spenser, named after Edmund Spenser of the Faire Queen, was the first thing my husband and I co-owned (this was actually before we were married). He really wanted a dog and my suggestions that we go to the pound were met with withering looks as he wanted a specific dog (hey do not judge us for not adopting a dog, both cats were percured from the pound, so I am rescuing some animals, just not dogs it seems). After weeks of seaching we found a litter in Indiana and out of the pile of squirming tongues and feet Jeff picked out Spenser. He is the best dog, always sweet and loving, in seven years I have never heard the dog growl or show his teeth. If a burgler broke into the house Spenser would bring him a toy. He is trying at times as are all Boxers, but we wouldn'trade him for the world, he is after all Lilly's favorite playmate.