capital punishment

i learned this month that it drives jesse crazy when people don't capitalize things. he hinted at it when he mentioned my blog the other day. "there seems to be a wave of girls who don't capitalize things or punctuate as a 'style,'" he said disdainfully.

don't get me wrong, there is certainly an important function that capitalization serves. and at work, i am impeccable about capitalizing things.

I swear I know how to do it.

i could pretend that i don't do it here because of some sort of rebellious spirit, but i'm really just lazy. and really, if it bothers the husband that much, perhaps i will start writing properly on this-here forum.

now, i don't mention this because i think you are all-consumed with whether or not i should capitalize. in fact, the great question ("to capitalize, or not to capitalize") doesn't phase me.

what i find interesting is that i thought we had reached a point where i understood everything about my husband. but for three-and-a-half years of our marriage and this blog, i had never heard of this pet-peeve.

and i kind of like that i learned something new about him. So honey, I promise I will try.

working overtime

it's been a lot of hard work around here.

learning how to play by ourselves.

holding back the excitement at a bestie's wedding.

filling out endless paperwork to finally start a new job. (hooray, husband!)

growing up to be of average height (around 50th percentile), slightly above average weight (97th percentile) and stellar intelligence (demonstrated by head circumference that is just off the charts) at just four months.

gearing up to (hopefully) move for the seventh time during our three-and-a-half years of wedded bliss.

trying to roll over.

and finally doing it for the first time.

holding back the urge to post that picture of the baby's plumber's crack for almost two weeks.

and learning how to get rid of our old blog template that is apparently hardwired to this blog. you will notice that i need to do a lot more hard work around here to finish that one. ideas?!?

until then, we'll just keep chipping away at the important things. like getting dressed in the morning.

for father's day: reflections a day or so late

the summer after i graduated from high school, i dated a boy for about half a minute. he was handsome, funny, crazy smart and completely inspiring. one night we sat on my parents' trampoline and he told me all about the happenings at his job -- working at the movie theater.

a little boy got lost and couldn't find his parents. he approached the strapping at-the-moment boyfriend and asked him for help. said hunk proceeded to take the chap up on his shoulders and walk him around the theater while they searched for his parents. he kept the kid laughing until the parents were located. all was well. and he described all the events like they were truly blissful.

so things didn't work out between us at the time, but we stayed friends. and he kept on being wonderful with children. he gave my nephews the best birthday presents and piggy back rides. they adored him and so did i. and i knew i wanted to marry someone like that. someone who, like my daddy, understood the importance and honor of being a good father.

luckily for me, i did. i really think my husband is one of those men that was born to be a father.

don't you? happy father's day to you men out there.

(p.s. in case you didn't catch it, jesse was aforementioned summer boyfriend. clear now?)

snapshots (sort of)