I know, right?

I've been married to this guy for 2 years. But you wouldn't know it because there isn't any self portraits of us at a fancy eatery, nor a picture of us at a swanky hotel dressed to the nines and me with more than mascara and chapstick. No lingerie. No chocolate. No monkey business (yeah that's what I call it, hot huh?) All of this because I was working. 

Yep, working on my anniversary. By choice.

Which I chose to do because I knew it was going to be busy at work and I didn't want to miss all the action. Wife of the year award right? I mentioned to George a couple of weeks before our anniversary that I was going to work on our anniversary and wanted to know if we could celebrate before or after. He didn't seem to mind at all. But the morning of our anniversary he was really sad. Not only because we weren't celebrating, but because I slept though our "anniversary breakfast." I know, I know I am polishing my wife award as I write this. We had talked about going to breakfast at 8 a.m. before he had to be to the office. Well the baby was up every 2-3 hours (teething blows) and I finally fell asleep at 6:20 and slept until I heard McKay talking. So I went to get him out of bed and he wasn't in there. There he was with Daddy & Isaac eating his messy breakfast in his highchair. Romantic huh? My husband gave me a pat on the bum and rushed into the shower so he could be to work on time. Don't worry I walked myself into the dog house. 

My day went on as usual as any other Monday. I met George at Isaac's baseball game and raced off to work to find a letter on the seat of my car. I cried on my way to work. After getting home around midnight I crawled into bed and told him how sad our anniversary was. But that's kinda how we roll. We are the couple that decided to get married in 3 weeks because we had dated 2.5 years and it was either get married or break up. Well we chose the later. I'm glad I did. Until 3 weeks into be married.... We decided to paint our place. Lesson learned. Want a divorce? Remodel or paint with me.

 We hired someone to re-paint and carpet last fall.

I cannot wait for our "do over" weekend in 2 weeks. No kids (pray I can pry myself from the baby), no work, no reality tv (which may be just as hard to give up as my baby) and lots of food to make myself feel even sexier about being 20 lbs overweight.......sigh

Last night I couldn't sleep. What's new. Normally I would blame it on the baby, but I was wide awake thinking about what a brat I was to my husband when he kissed me on the forehead to apologize. I told him he had no reason to apologize, really, he didn't. He was just trying to keep the peace.........Then after about 20 minutes of pretending I was asleep I grabbed the iPad and began my usual blog browsing, or as my girlfriends put it "blog stalking." Some of my favorite blogs consist of fashion, food, travel, decorating, NYC life (I'm a jealous hater to the Mormon bloggers living in the big apple.)

I'll give you an example of some of the blogs I stalk. This girl has got a KILLER closet (clink for links), This girl has the most adorable baby and husband. For real, does this girl ever wear sweat pants?  And what I wouldn't give to live her city life. When reading these blogs I forget these people have real lives with real problems. So as I sat in bed I decided to start blogging about what I really think and feel, instead of what I want people to see.

 Disclaimer: I am NOT a writter. It takes me 45 minutes to write George a hand written message in Hallmark cards with a few mistakes that get scribbled out. Every scribble can be covered in heart drawings. I don't journal. Okay that's a lie. I journal but I usually throw them away because I don't like to hold onto a lot of old stuff. I am not someone you want to take "vintage" shopping because in my opinion it's used and old. Eww and smelly. That's neither hear nor there.

So my blog has gotten a facelift (I'll learn how to use blogger better) and I'm making it a personal goal to blog more. Now excuse me, I have some Pinterest, Instagram, Gmail and Facebooking to do. Oh...and makeup sex to be had. ;)

McKay Kameron Dayton

December 28th, 2011

Best partner/coach anyone could ask for.

Uncle Lynn. We couldn't be more lucky to have family deliver McKay. 

He helped our worries disappear as soon as he would enter the room. 

I was doing a little spring winter cleaning last night and came across 3 journals. Yep, 3. None of them completed of course. I always get on these kicks where I will write in my journal for a couple of weeks and then just forget about it. The last entry I have is about George and how great he is, nothing has changed of course. But the entry was from last year August. I decided I need to keep better track of all the memories my family and I create. Besides the hundreds of photo's on our computer & phones I thought I would update my blog, for if not myself.

1st grade photo.

Maybe Santa will bring his front teeth?

Winter is near! I love making homemade soups. 

I'm sooo excited for the Holidays. 

My calendar is quite full this year of parties, activities and people to see!

19 weeks today. Almost 1/2 way through!

Goodbye jeans and hello leggings!

I couldn't be happier to have Isaac home from his Florida trip.

We have one more week before school starts!

We are doing as many summer activities before Isaac becomes a 1st grader!

George's dad is turning 70.



We are going to Flemmings in Vegas for dinner and you can

bet I am going to H&M to look for these beauties...

I was going through old pictures

and found these beauties.

Isaac got practice real early to be a big brother.

 These 2 have always been buddies.

 I could just eat him up.

He's the cutest one.

Isaac's crazy face.

Excited to see this little guy on Sunday...