Happy 4th!

As you can see, I am trying to catch up our blog. It has been too long since I last updated it.

For the Fourth, we got to see a parade (Stella got bored once the Harleys had passed by), swim and BBQ with our dear friends, and, of course, catch the fireworks at College Park. Love traditions, sometimes.

I can never get a decent picture of these two (Grandpa came with us to the parade)

Stella went into the petting zoo, but wouldn't touch anything except the bunny, which was too fast for her.

For watching Mom toss her beanbags for her (Stella begged and begged to do the beanbag toss, but wouldn't do anything once it got to be her turn), Stella got a whirley whistle and a snowcone. Yeah!

Beach Day

A couple weeks ago, we headed to the beach with some great friends. Stella and Miss Hayley became fast friends.

Enjoying some BBQ, beach style!

Of course the girls talked (and snapped pictures) while the guys ate

And the very professional family shot

ZZzzzzzz......

Stella was soooo tired:

LOVE This Face!

Don't Interrupt the Artist

This Is What A Bowl of Watermelon Looks Like After Stella Has Been Left Alone With It...

Yummy...

Cheaters, Cheaters!

Last weekend Glenn and I had the rare opportunity to go to a Giants game, just the two of us. In the days building up to our date, Glenn and I felt just a tad guilty about not telling Stella where we would be going. Finally, Glenn announced to me, the day before the game, that he felt a little like we were cheating on Stella, by not taking her, knowing what a fan she is. I asked him if he would rather bring Little Miss, but he insisted that he was looking forward to our date. That night, we had to sneak out of the house. Stella, the Giants Fan, only knew that we were going on a date. Glenn even waited to put on his Giants gear until we were at the BART station. We went and got to sit for the entire game. It was so nice to not miss a single play. Don't get me wrong, we love taking Stella to the games, and watching her enthusiasm grow, as she begins to understand the very basics of baseball. But I hadn't been to a game with just Glenn since Stella joined our little family. To top if off, the Giants won that night, so we headed home on a little post-win high.

As we walked in the door, Stella was hanging out with Grammie and Grandpa. The moment she saw us, she points at us and asks "Did you go to a Giants game?" Busted. She quickly recovered, however, when I assured her that we brought her back a little present and that she would get to go to the next game with us. As you can see, she was a pretty good sport.

Stella was so happy, she even harrassed Grandpa a little...

Let's Go Gi-ants!

This year, Glenn was able to buy a share of some season tickets for the SF Giants. Sixteen games in all. We have already been to quite a few. Stella is hooked - she keeps asking when we get to go to another game. One night, Stella had fallen asleep on the couch. Glenn and I were talking, and, out of nowhere, Stella pulls her head up, still asleep, eyes closed, and chants "Let's go Gi-ants!" Then immediately lays back down and continues her soft snoring. It was the funniest thing we had seen in a while. She is officially a fan.

Hide and Seek

FOUND: One Sony cybershot 6.0 mp digital camera, in a black, hard, nylon case.

Whew! We have to hide the camera from Stella, because she likes so much to look at pictures of herself, that we have a hard time getting the camera back from her. We finally found our little camera (MIA for the last month or so) tucked behind some books on one of our bookshelves. The only reason I found it was because I emptied the shelves, so I could move them around and paint the walls in our living room (a gorgeous shade of green, by the way!). Anyway, we are back in business! I will post some pics here soon!

Happy 7th, Love!

First, a little nostalgia:

Remember how tired we were of taking engagement photos, so it became increasingly more difficult to look the part?

Aaawww... back when we looked more innocent:

I think we had these expressions for the first few years we were married:

Wow. Seven lucky years. Seven very blessed years. Seven unpredictable, silly, and very fun years. Seven years of learning. Seven years of wonderful, never forget, unbelievably happy moments of my life. Remember how we used to see who could get home from work first, so we could scare the pants off the other as they walked through the door? I love our spur of the moment road trips, and playing chess in the park. I love our ongoing game of Uno, and how each of us would talk such trash, no matter how bad we were losing. I love whispered conversations at two in the morning, as we lie in bed, even before we had Stella (why did we need to whisper back then?). I love your bed head and scruffy face that always accompany those beautiful sleepy eyes every morning. Thank you, Babe, for always making me feel like the luckiest girl around because I have you to come home to. Thank you for blessing me with the sweetest little girl a mom could ask for, and thank you for making me feel like I can conquer the world and accomplish anything I dream of, knowing you will support me every step of the way.

I love you with every piece of my heart. Xoxxx.