everything nicole

Shameless

I think this would make a great Mother's Day gift for someone who takes endless pictures of her children, don't you?  Too bad Randy's birthday is May 11.  Maybe I'll get it for him (I have mentioned the weed-wacker birthday gift, haven't I?).  xoxo

Randy's Quote of the Day

"You know, I don't think I've ever cooked in our kitchen before."
(Said today.  2+ years after we've moved in.)
More cuteness to come.  xoxo

Smarty Pants

After discussing our many miscommunications of the morning (we were both tired & a little off), Randy decided that it's because I don't make myself clear [read: it's my fault and has nothing to do with his fantastic communication skills]. 
Being a man who knows how to stay married, however, he quickly added, "It's not your fault, though.  You're smart and extremely smart people just talk on a different level."  Hmmm. . .
xoxo

Yum?

Randy had to cook at work yesterday.  Instead of his usual tri-tip and potatoes, he made Meatloaf Man! 
xoxo

Thanks

Today, I am thankful for my friends and family (duh).  Here's some pictures from my birthday to show just how fantastic some of them are. 
Randy's missing from too many of these pictures, only because he's too special & I'm extra thankful for him (and my other friends and family who are missing).  Happy Turkey Day!  xoxo

PS - If you click on the pic you will see Renee too.  I didn't cut her out on purpose, I just can't figure out how to center the *&%$ thing. 

So Many Heroes, So Little Time

My dad commented about Randy needing a recliner and I have to make sure you see it:

Though it is the birth month of the Nicole (cue singing angels), I do believe we should allow for the needs of our designated Super-Heroes.
Christmas is coming too soon so maybe we could get him a comfy chair for next months celebration of other deities.

I'm not sure which part I like more, the singing angels or likening me to a deity.  I think I'll start going by that now "the Nicole."  xoxo

Always Looking at the Big Picture

Randy worked yesterday and is working today.  If the fires keep up he'll have to work tomorrow and he's scheduled to work Monday as well.  I miss him terribly and worry about him lots, but that does mean four full days without having to shave my legs! 
Some pictures he sent me:


xoxo

Randy's Quote of the Day

I'm just a spectator in the facebook world, really.

Two's Company

Randy has made and canceled several vasectomy appointments over the last year.  The appointments have been rescheduled due to weddings, vacations and work.  But really, they were rescheduled because we weren't ready to decide if we were done making babies.  So when another appointment came up yesterday, we didn't really talk about it.  Something would come up and make the decision for us.  But no reason to reschedule happened. 

Really, we're done having babies.  We have two perfect girls.  But three years ago, I thought my life was complete with just one.  Now I'm thinking I might want a third?  No one but sweet Baby B could make me want another child, she is such a blast.  And she'd be a fantastic middle child.  It doesn't help that everyone is giving birth to little boys right now.  What about a boy for me? 

And then GracieGirl pokes her sister in the head and makes her cry.  Oh yeah.  I wouldn't know what to do with a boy.  And these two girls have me swinging between pulling my hair out and laughing hysterically.  And we have two bedrooms.  And I really don't want to be pregnant again.  And kids are expensive, and I'm cheap. 

Always looking for the easy route, we put the question to Gracie, "Do you want a baby brother?" 

"Nope, I don't like boys." 

"How about another little sister?"

"Nope.  I've got her." 

And it was settled.  Although there was talk of putting some of his boys on ice, we are no longer in the baby making business.  Now someone better go make me an aunt again, so I have another baby to snuggle.  xoxo

ps - I wish I could tell you Randy's antidotes from the procedure, but that's not my story to tell.  The boy needs a blog. 

Oops.

There's something you should know about Randy.  He's a little, um, particular about his vehicles.  He's the kinda guy who parks 2 miles from a store entrance to avoid door dings.  He just loves a freshly waxed car.  We knew it was love when we were dating and I spilled orange soda all over the inside of his nice clean truck.  He still talked to me, and he kept his cool.  My goodness, the boy always keeps his cool.  Seriously, it's hard to tell when he's upset. 
You should be happy to hear that he's still got it.  We were running late for school yesterday morning (which? really? It's preschool - who cares if you're late?).  While fiddling with the sunroof and the radio, I backed into our trailer.  This is the same trailer that I like to blame Bridgie's broken leg on, and the same still-has-the-new-car-smell-car.  My sweet man didn't bat an eye (he did laugh a little, though).  He simply told me he was sorry, it could have been worse, and called the insurance company for me.  He hasn't resorted to domestic violence* yet, although maybe he's saving up? 
xoxo

*Really, domenstic violence isn't something to joke about.  Except in the case of my husband, who is probably the sweetest, most gentle man alive and so far from beating someone it is funny.  (Also, did I mention that he's hot?  Dude, I am lucky.)