Happy Birthday...now get to work!

My birthday is coming up in a couple weeks, and like a good husband, Brandon asked me what I wanted.  I said I couldn't think of anything, but he said he already had something in mind.  Apparently, I had mentioned that it would be nice to have this "something" a while back, but he wouldn't tell me what it was.  Twenty questions turned into forty questions, and I still had NO idea what the heck it was! "Something you plug in...it could be used in the bedroom...I would probably enjoy it just as much as you..." these were Brandon's clues, and by this point, my mind was in the gutter :P  Oh, little did I know how un-sexy this gift actually was.  Then he said it was a "replacement," and it hit me.  A vacuum.  For my birthday.  Have I not taught this guy ANYTHING in the last 7 1/2 years we have been together??!  True, I did mention wanting to replace our old vacuum cleaner, but not for my birthday!  "Happy Birthday Honey...now get to work!"  He said he was skeptical about giving that as a gift, because he knows how it feels to get an "appliance" as a gift.  Last year, I got him an electrical skillet for his birthday.  The kid loves to cook, grill, etc. and I thought it would be perfect for camp cooking.  He has forgotten it at the lake, left it outside in the rain, snow, etc. and the thing still works!  He says it's the gift that won't stop giving.  I will NEVER live that one down! 

After some thought, I was actually glad to know he really does listen to me when I talk!  I'm sure he has endured more than his fair share of me telling him what to do, or presenting the latest research on why we should be doing things a certain way.  In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I started the vacuum conversation with "...I just read an article about the number of allergens present in your house.  AND, did you know over 98% of dust is dead skin?! That's just gross!  We probably need to upgrade our vacuum."  No joke, that's probably how the whole thing started! 

Anyways, a new vacuum would be nice.  Maybe one of these days.  But a sweet love letter or card would be even better! 

Loves

You are six months old, and I love you more and more every day.  I love the way your cheeks scrunch up when I tickle your chin.  I love how you get the biggest smile when I walk in the room.  I love the last long whisps of newborn hair that adorn the top of your little egghead.  I love our morning cuddles, even if it is 4am.  I wouldn't trade that special time for anything in the world. 

I love your little baby feet.  There will come a day when your stinky big boy feet will be the last thing I want to kiss and carress, so I am enjoying these new feets while they last.  I love your fake cough, high pitched squeal and sweet baby giggle.  Music to my ears...minus the squeal.   I love your "panting puppy" sound, when you get excited over something.  I love the teeny-tiny red birthmark on the bottom of your foot and I love that ticklish spot in the crease of your legs.  I love singing our "nakie-baby" song and splashing around with you in the bathtub. 

I love how you have given me a new perspective on life.  My priorities have changed, for the better, and I thank you for that. I love being your mommy and I love you with all my heart.

Happy six months, Owen Tyler!  You are my angel baby, my pride and joy, and my life just wouldn't be the same without you!

                                               Lovin' on my 6 Month-er!  He's getting SO big!

                            We got the giggles the other night...not the best quality, but the sound is what counts!