A really great day

We all enjoyed our first Valentine's day, especially my Little Man. And I got spoiled by Nate, who bought me the Kindle I've had my eye on for over a year. He loves to buy me gifts, and I love to let him! And sweet Milo finally got to wear the onesie that his Uncle Chad and Aunt Tree bought him last year right after we found out that I was pregnant. They didn't even know for sure whether he'd be a boy or girl, but they got the most precious outfit anyway, and it fit him perfectly. Don't ask me why he's giving me the crazy eye in this picture. Most days I really wonder what he's thinking...

Milo and I also went for his first ever walk in the stroller. He made it about two minutes before he fell fast asleep, but I'm positive he enjoyed it until then. And I enjoyed looking at the cutest little face in the world while he slept. All in all, it was a lovely walk around the block.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Be my Valentine.

I used to be more cynical than I am now. Every year I would write a scathing ode to Valentine's Day and send it out to my friends and family. I wore black on V-day, just to prove that I was way too cool for all the cheesiness that goes along with the holiday. I essentially went out of my way to rain on everyone's parade. And then I grew up a little and realized that sometimes people just want an excuse to spoil the ones they love a little bit extra for a day.

Yes, the holiday is ridiculously over-commercialized. Yes, I went to Walmart last night for dinner supplies and was trapped in a sea of heart-shaped balloons and panicked last-minute Valentine shoppers. I personally would have rather starved than wait in those crazy lines, but I had to think about Ann and Nate, too. So I braved the crowd and bought my ground beef and seasoned fries. If THAT doesn't say "I love you," I don't know what does. I'm telling them to consider it their Valentine gift.

But in all of that, I still look forward to finding a little something to give to Nate. I couldn't wait for him to wake up this morning so I could tell him how much I loved him, and I even gave him an extra round of snooze so he had plenty of rest. And I was excited beyond belief to pick up my six-week old baby and tell him that he was Mommy and Daddy's special Valentine, and that we loved him more than anyone else in the whole world. Grab yourself a cracker now because I am all cheese here. I am madly in love and delightfully happy, and that's worth more than anything anyone could ever give me.

On top of all of this, we have a Milo Milestone. Last night Nate put him in one of our favorite newborn sleepers, and it was too small. TOO SMALL! He finally outgrew a piece of newborn clothing! We didn't realize it until Nate had crammed him all the way in it, and poor Milo just laid on the changing table and scowled at us, like, "Really? I can't move at all, and you're just going to stand there and giggle at me?" Tell me again why I didn't think to take a picture of that! The rest of his newborn stuff still fits, but now I have an excuse to start phasing in 0-3 month clothing, which we have quite a bit of. Can't wait!

Anyway, all of this to say, Happy Valentine's Day, whether you're a cynic or a romantic, or somewhere in between. Hope you get exactly what you want from this day.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a Valentine to snuggle.

Cuddle up, baby.

Your daily dose of adorable

What can I say? This boy loves his tongue!

Sarah's News

Okay, Sarah gave me the okay to spill the beans.

She and Bryan are expecting baby #3.  WHAT?  I'd just like to go on the record as saying that Nate and I knew it, before she ever even announced it.  And boy do we love to be right.

So CONGRATULATIONS, Sar!  You are a much braver woman than I.

A little update

In case you're wondering, YES, I did forget about you. I've been otherwise occupied with so many things...

 A family night, for example, where I found out that Sarah had some very interesting news...

 Or just chilling with this adorable, precious boy. He quite frequently has his mouth open, for one reason or another, which means he takes after his mommy quite a bit...

 And I'm a little late in updating this, but Milo had his first bath in the whale tub quite a while ago. He wore his bathrobe a little more recently, only because I forgot that we had it. 

 Then, of course, I've been hanging out with my two favorite men. Look how proud Nate is!

And in case you missed the birth announcement, here is the sweetest picture of the most fantastic baby in the world.

So yeah, I've been a little busy. I'm sure you understand.

Oh be careful little ears

Oh be careful little ears what you hear...

In case you've heard enough about my little man (which couldn't be possible), let's take a little trip to my sister Sarah's house and peek in at dinner time in the Williams' home.  Picture Sarah and Bryan sitting down to eat with their two sweet girls, Lily, 3 1/2, and Kaylee, 7 months.

I imagine Sarah serving the food, asking Bryan about his day, while Kaylee sits there beaming as she always does, and Lily waits patiently for her plate.  As she waits, she tries out a new phrase.  Lily, precious precious Lily, precious precocious Lily, looks at Sarah and calmly says, "Son of a b****."

Now, I wasn't there, but I assume Sarah's reaction was much more tame than mine would have been. I can picture her saying, "Excuse me, young lady, what did you say?"

To which this innocent little angel would reply, "Son of a b****, Mommy."

Now I know for a fact what Sarah said at this point.  "Lilia Grace Ann Geiger, that is a naughty word and we do not say that!"

And here's where it gets interesting, because Lily responds, "But Mommy, Uncle Mikey says that all the time!"

Uncle Mikey happened to be at my house when he got the text telling him what happened.  And he swears up and down that he would never say such a word in front of Lily.  Tough call.  All I have to say is...

Oh be careful little ears what you hear...

The Chat

I caught the sweetest moment last night - Nate and Milo having a bit of a chat. It looks like they're both participating, but really, Milo was doing most of the talking.

Evenings at our house are such a treat. Nate is home from work, there's home-cooked food, and the three of us just hang out, Nate and I doting on Milo. This is exactly how life is supposed to be.