My Daughter's 28th Birthday

My youngest daughter was born 28 years ago on Monday, the 28th of November (28 on 11/28/11--interesting!)  She's now expecting her first child.  Where did the years go?  It's a shame I had to get old in the process, but it's all good.  And isn't she a lovely mother-to-be?

Pregnancy never looked this good on me!

The owl on the card was cut from the Cricut cartridge "Give a Hoot".   And as usual, I can't remember specifics on the paper or sentiment except that they were found in my ever-growing stash.  I made the envelope using the Martha Stewart Scoring Board (love this tool!)

Thanks for looking!

Birthday Card for my [Nosy] Husband

In the midst of the holiday frenzy last week, I tried to make a birthday card for my husband (who in their right mind has a baby during Thanksgiving??? ...Oops, I did that myself 28 years ago!)  Anyway, he kept interrupting me.   Everytime he stepped into my craft room I had to hide another piece of the card under one pile or another (this is a man who seems to avoid me unless I've got something to hide, then he's all over me like white on rice).  In the end, it was like a scavenger hunt trying to find all the pieces.  Luckily, there weren't that many.  Yet another reason to keep it simple.

As for the card, the boy and his dog were cut from the Cricut cartridge "A Child's Year", and the paper and rubber-stamped sentiment are just random finds from my ever-growing hoard.

                                               

Party of One

I know my husband is tired of my pity parties.  Maybe I wouldn't feel the need to throw them so often if someone other than me would attend occasionally.

Late last night as I was making my way to bed, I noticed a telltale glow coming from beneath my granddaughter's bedroom door.  Mind you, it was well after 1 a.m.  "Get your light off and get to bed!", I lovingly reminded her (as is my way).

"uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh", was her reply (this one I have no idea how to type, but if you have teenagers, you probably know the sound--it's that one-syllable low grunt they're so fond of using).

I walked into my bedroom where my husband was already fast asleep.  I made as much noise as possible.  No response.  "I hope you realize your granddaughter is still awake", I said, once again in my nice, calm voice.  Still nothing.  Okay, this would require the turning on of overhead lights.  Take that, sleeping beauty.

I continued to my bathroom to slather on the multitude of skin products I so desperately hope will someday turn back the clock and restore my youthful contours.  Fifteen minutes later, and in a really foul mood from spending that much time looking at myself in a mirror, I returned to the hallway to see if my gentle reminder that it was past bedtime had had any effect on my granddaughter.  Her light was still on.

I flung open the door to find her sitting at her computer, not a care in the world.  "GET TO BED NOW!", I said, just slightly more agitated than before.

Back downstairs I headed, knowing it was my job to remain alert and ensure that the night owl didn't slip outside while her grandfather slumbered peacefully.  Tossing and turning on the sofa all night was the most effective way to do that.

About an hour later the dogs decided to get in on the fun by barking at something outside.  I dragged my tired self up and turned on all the exterior lights to see what the hell they thought was so important at 2 a.m.  Yeah, tomorrow was going to be a fun day.

When my husband ventured downstairs this morning, I thought it best to let him know right away that I wasn't happy and well-rested.  "I didn't get much sleep last night", I said, hoping for a teeny-tiny word of sympathy.  "Your granddaughter was still up at 1 a.m."  His reply?  "Yes, I know.  She was up when I went to bed.  I was up and down all night checking on her, too."

My reply?  "Mmmh, hmmm".  Again, not sure how to express that in writing, but if you're married, you know the sound.  The one that says, "Yeah, sure you were."

My Favorite Vacation Photos

I had a wonderful time at Disneyworld with my husband and two granddaughters recently, and I have tons of pictures to prove it.  But a couple of my favorite photos came from a detour we took on our way home.

We decided to "stop in" and visit with our youngest daughter and her husband.  It actually added about nine hours to our drive, but it was worth the effort.  Thanks to modern technology, I got my first glimpse of my first grandson:

I can't wait to meet the little guy.  Maybe you can't see it, but I can tell he's adorable!