My Name is Rosie . . .

. . . and I was accosted by a camera wielding husband yesterday right before church . . .

. . . and I am growing a baby in my stomach.

Word around town was that people wanted another “belly photo.”

I suspect the “people” to whom he referred mostly meant him. And my sister. And possibly my mom. Beyond that, is anyone else really all that interested? Wait. Don’t answer that, unless the answer is in the affirmative.

Yes, I know my hair is long. It’s looking rather pathological. Believe me, the only thing that is missing from my life (besides maybe a KitchenAid and some hardware for my kitchen cupboards) is someone I trust to come near me holding a pair of scissors. Oh Liz H., how I miss you. Let me count the ways . . .

What did the mama tomato say to the baby tomato when he was falling behind?

Excuse: Bob has been holding my computer hostage the last several nights while he begins his studies for his upcoming step 3 of the USMLE Board Exams. I detest the weeks and months leading up to these exams, but now even more so as his study habits are interfering with my blogging schedule.

So we play a little catch up. Or ketchup. Whatever.

Love is . . .

. . . making rolls (from scratch, people) in a pink tutu for your brothers while they . . .

. . . sled down a homemade sledding hill in the back yard having come home from school a full TWO HOURS early due to inclement weather.

And then the next day WHEN SCHOOL WAS CANCELLED . . .

. . . playing play-do all afternoon or . . .

. . . curling up with your brother’s blankie and a good book. (whose kid is this, anyway?) (isn’t IPhoto fun?)

Finally, just for good measure, has anyone ever heard of these little guys?

They are called Sugar Gliders. If you can bring yourself to pay almost $400 for a FLYING RAT, this one could be yours today.

Eleven(ish) Weeks to Go!

I took Stella with me to my O.B. appointment on Monday and she found a toy in the doctor’s office.

Love is . . .

. . . rewarding your daughter’s good behavior during a two hour doctor’s appointment by NOT taking away the plastic uterus she found to play with.

Did I say Domestic Diva?

I may have misspoken.

There are some things around my home that I am fairly good at. Gingerbread houses, for one. (“I hate false modesty. It’s just another form of lying.” Name that movie.)

But there are some skills that I haven’t quite mastered. Cakes from scratch would most certainly fall into that category.

Case in point:

This latest attempt was bad on so many levels. Not even the lemon frosting my sister recommended saved it. Not even Obi-Wan (or is that Anakin?) with his light saber could save it.

So for today, Love Is . . .

. . . throwing the entire cake away instead of subjecting your unsuspecting family to the disaster.

Whipped egg whites can’t save everything, I guess.

Waffles

Love is . . .

. . . whipping the egg whites before you fold them into the waffle batter, securing lots of tasty fluffiness. (That’s right, people, I whipped those egg whites to soft peaks myself. I am a domestic diva.)

Love is . . .

Reading to your sister at the library.

WELCOME FEBRUARY!

Went to Costco today, they’ve got their “early spring lawn care” products out. “I DO believe in spring. I DO believe in spring. IdoIdoIdoIdo I DO believe in spring.”

However, since spring isn’t here yet, why don’t we warm our hearts a little?

“Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love . . .”

“Love is just a game.”

Well then, let’s play a little game, shall we?

My game is called Illustrating Love. Over the next few weeks, my camera will not be collecting dust on a shelf in its bag because I’m determined to capture a few moments in my life that illustrate “love.” I am going to *attempt* to post a new photo every day by midnight until Valentine’s Day. The first one is a rather cliche Blast from the Past: my wedding.

Love is: Marrying me despite the following facts:

1. I chose the tackiest, cheesiest, backyard fence lattice background that I could find to spruce up the church gym for our pictures.
2. I made you sit in that silly chair and hold my flowers.
3. I didn’t even hire a photographer to capture the Most Important Day of our lives on film.
4. I wore acrylic nails on our wedding day . . .
5. . . . but I still looked like a boy in a dress.

Come on, friends, join the fun! Get out your cameras, browse your old photos, and post pictures of love from your own lives. It’ll be a hoot.

Anybody (besides Sara) who can tell me the two movies to which I referred gets an A+++++++++. (I guess that makes three movies.) Also, if you don’t see your name or blog on my sidebar, add a comment with a link to your blog so that I can click over and see what you came up with.