Oops

For the last couple of weeks, Tony and I have been enjoying a gigantic box of Swiss Valley Farms sausage, cheese, and chocolates delivered to us by UPS. I never bothered to read the shipping label since we receive a similar big ol box of deliciousness every year from my Aunt & Uncle. I wasn't expecting to receive it this year, but was extra excited when it was delivered to my surprise! Last night, as I was returning it to the fridge after enjoying some sort of peppermint cake treat, I noticed the label read "To Norma from Ronald", addressed to house 908, rather than 907.

My sincere apologies go out to dear Norma and my sincere thanks go out to dear Ronald. I'm still deciding what to do about this. Do we fess up? Do we ignore it all together? Do we call Swiss Valley, explain our mistake and see if they'll get Norma what she rightfully deserves? What would you do?

While I'm debating my next move, I may as well return to snacking on all my goodies before they go bad.

Myka's Favorite Guy

The moment I knew a little girl was on the way, I had a pretty good feeling she'd be crazy about her daddy. As each day passes, the little darling proves that more and more. Yesterday I was nursing her up in her room when Tony came in the door from work. He shouted "hello ladies" from downstairs and Myka immediately pulled away, flashed her big, gummy grin and even let out a little giggle. Tony came in the room and baby girl was ecstatic, smiling and giggling like crazy. The sweet babe couldn't even finish eating she was so excited to see her daddy.

One of Myka's favorite activities (and Mommy's too) is what I call "Daddy Gazing." If Tony is in the room, she finds him and can't take her eyes off of him. He is her favorite face to stare at, her favorite voice to listen to, her favorite arms to be held in.

Precious moments.

Dancing to "Isn't She Lovely" in the first minutes after Myka's birth.

You've Got to Be Kidding Me!

Life is so stinkin funny. Tonight had me crackin' up.

I opened the back door to put some trash out in the garbage around 10 and saw little paw prints leading across the porch to the trash can. I'm terrified of all animals, so I decided it was time for the trash to make its way to the curb immediately for garbage day tomorrow. I couldn't stand the thought of even a tiny little creature that close to my door.

I bundled up from head to toe and drug the trash through the snow. I was really enjoying the cold, fresh air, the darling boggs that were keeping my toes warm, and the serenity of the first snow of the year, so I decided to shovel the driveway too. For those of you who know me, that may sound slightly out of character. However, we all know that deep within my soul there's a nature-loving, outdoorsy, hard laboring girl. Apparently my husband hadn't met her yet.

Within a minute or two of my shoveling, the front door opened and out walked Tony in gym shorts and slippers with the camera in hand. His first words were "You've got to be kidding me!" He immediately started snapping pictures of my darling self shoveling away. It didn't seem that crazy until I realized I have never lifted a shovel in our married life. He offered to take over, but I was enjoying the project immensely, so I let him stay on photography duty while I did the heavy lifting. :)

I guess I was going for the Grant Wood look in this pic...cute eh?