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

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

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

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

0.jpg Things that sucked about the party.


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

8.jpg Months until Rocket turns two! HOLY SHIT BALLS!

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

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

0.jpg 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?


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

8.jpgNumber 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!

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

5.jpgTotal 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!

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


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

8.jpg 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.

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

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

0.jpg 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.


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

8.jpg2.jpg5.jpg0.jpg 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.


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

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

2.jpg More adorable pictures of you know who!

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

0.jpg Resistance I have to pinching this little behind.


Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

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

2.jpg Books I am trying to read at the moment.

Here There Be Dragons The Hour I First Believed

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

5.jpg 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.

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

Thanks, Heather!