Saturday, February 21, 2009

Need Your Opinion

Ladd and I can't agree on a name. Here is what we have it nailed down to. His middle name is going to be Mathias. Vote for the name you like best!
Thanks!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Say what????

at the dinner table tonight

daddy: Isabelle, you need to come sit down right now or I will take your food away.

Isabelle: OOOOO....KKKKK....you dont have to freak out on me like that(with the attitude of a 13 year old)

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Inspiration.....

Take 5 minutes of your day and watch this.....it will make you a better person!

Friday, February 6, 2009

5 years and an old blue coat.....


February 4 marked 5 years from my Dad's passing. I havent been able to write anything...I thought about it but never did...I read my sisters post about my dad and sat here and cried my eyes out this morning....now I know why I haven't posted anything....I didn't want to go their emotionally.

I love my Dad, I think about him everyday. I realized this morning that I am starting to forget the little things about him that made him my dad.

Oh how he was the best dad ever and I love him with all my heart.

All I asked for when he passed was to have his OLD blue down coat. This coat reminds me of everything about my dad....Him coming home from work in it every day, wearing it while laying on the floor with his head up against the couch watching tv, wearing his jacket because the heater didnt work while driving in the car with him listening to AM radio show begging him to listen to something else for just ONCE , wearing it while making himself toast with peanut butter and jelly caked on it and a big glass of milk....I will never forget how excited he was to always lay down on the floor and eat this while watching tv...so many more memories I have of him in this coat, he always wore it and loved it. I remember going camping with my kids and family in my parents backyard and being cold....he finally let me wear his WARM blue down jacket and I was so excited.....it smelled just like him.


My dad loves me, that I knew. He was a quiet man, except for when he was cooking his "noodles" that never had the same ingredients in them....he would sing loud in some language I could never figure out...I think it was a mix between Italian and French...or maybe he just made it up....but he was happy when he was in the kitchen and whatever he made (never with a recipe) was always delicious.

I miss you Dad....