8250 – A “Happy Birthday, Dawni” Special!

The Birthday Girl

I hope she doesn’t mind be using this lovely picture. Please let me know if you do!

Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

Number of pieces of bacon I chowed down on at the birthday brunch.

Pieces of cake Ollie managed to cram in his face before he was busted.

Number of tiny black confetti stars found in the frittata, after it had been served!

Things that sucked about the party.

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Months until Rocket turns two! HOLY SHIT BALLS!

Number of weeks I have left to finish up my gifts! I best get crackin’!

Number of words that Rocket can say. They are: car, big truck, shoes, uh oh, and yeash (a la Michael Scott).

Amount of love I have for my hair right now. Seriously, it’s like a big crazy mop. I need a haircut somethin’ fierce. I was thinking of doing something like this. What do you think?

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Number of teeth that Rocket has. Four on top and four on the bottom. The two middle top teeth are so big and they have a huge gap between them. So damn cute!

Number of paintings I have completed in the last week. So excited! I will try to remember to post pictures of them.

Total number of steps Rocket has taken all on his own. Two to me and three to his daddy. I can’t wait for this kid to start walking!

Amount of help Rocket needs getting off the couch. Mr. Smarty Pants already knows how to turn himself around to drop off feet first.

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Number of mosquito bites I have on my legs. It BLOWS! Have I ever mentioned that I am illergic to mosquitos? Not deathly, or anything…the bites just get to be about the size of a small dog, on average.

Number of teeth poking out of Rocket’s lower gums. And just when you thought this kid couldn’t get any damn cuter!

Number of weeks until our camping trip in Zions. I can’t wait!!

Amount of love I have for the phone call I have to deal with tomorrow. It is the telephone hearing for my unemployment insurance appeal. I am tres nervous.

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Numbers of times I have thought about blogging, but haven’t been able to get my shit together. Sorry, guys. I will be back soon.

For now, enjoy this incredibly “eat your face off” cute picture of my favorite little man, Rocket!

That’s right. He sits up by himself, now.

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Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

Hours slept in a row by Rocket, last night. Oh sweet heaven!

More adorable pictures of you know who!

Number of new clothing items I bought last week. Eat your heart out, Ashley!!

Resistance I have to pinching this little behind.

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P.M – Time that Rocket goes to bed now!! He is sleeping for about 9 hours a night, now. Fuck. Yeah.

Books I am trying to read at the moment.

I say, “trying,” because I seem to have less and less free time these days. I just don’t get it. . . .

Inches. Minimum amount of hair I think I am going to cut off when I finally get off my ass and make an appointment with my stylist.

Also, the number of months that will probably pass before I actually DO get off my ass and make an appointment with my stylist.

Things that suck about the loaf of bread and honey butter that Heather made for me. Good heavens, that is awesome!

Thanks, Heather!