Curly Krew turns 18!

My little big boy is 18 months old today. His personality is in full swing and he is such a joy to me and everyone else in the fam. He weighs in at almost 30 lbs., so I have one strong arm and one flabby arm. And he gives the BEST kisses. Check out this pucker!It will only be another 6 months or so till he passes Lauren in the weight department. She weighs 35 pounds. I gotta say, Krew still only has four teeth, two top, two bottom, and two more tops on the way. It takes a ton of work to maintain a physique like his with four teeth. He is constantly pulling on my leg and pointing to the cupboard or the fridge.

He LUURRVVSS to take a warm bath in the morning to wash off the night's peed diaper smell. On this day, he wouldn't even wait for me to undress him. You can't see it, but there's about 4 inches of water in that tub. Do you know what happens when an overnight, peed diaper is soaked in warm water. Nothing good. That's what.

He says three words:

Hot.
Owwie.
Uh Oh.

I will leave it to your imaginations to decide what his experiences with our family have been like.

He has also decided that he is too old for naps. Lauren and Jossy stopped taking naps about this age too. I'm so sad, because I love his naps. They are the only time when I can do anything that requires cleaning products, sharp things, or pens. Boo.
Or do important things like blog or shop online for things I'm not going to actually buy.
So, here's a happy one and a half to the one and only Krew-B1-Kanoobi, the Scooby Krew. I love you.

Hhmmmm.... Tin and Aluminum?

The traditional gift giving theme for a tenth anniversary. And I'm stumped.
'Cause that's what today is. . . our tenth anniversary. And I think my gift for Tony of new snow boots is lame. (But he needed some, so I got him some. But they do not contain any tin. Or aluminum. At least, that is what I imagine. They do have little metal eyelets, I wonder what those are made of. Maybe brass? Now I'm rambling.)

So who'd have every imagined we'd put up with each other for ten whole years? I know. Lots of people. This post will probably be a complete shocker and awer to a few out there...
But I can't say I'm surprised. Even when he drives me crazy, or makes a mess, or delivers bad news, or makes another mess, I can't seem to ever forget that he is indeed my best friend. He puts up with all my crazies, even the ones I try to hide from myself.
And I love his twinkly little eyes when he laughs, and his wide hands that are like bear paws. I LOVE that he still has his hair! I also love that a minimal amount of that hair has migrated to his back. (Given his family history, this is a reasonable concern.) I love that he still wears the same size pants as when we were married. I love how he sleeps with his palm to his forehead like he's trying to hold a sticker on or something. I love that when he gets home from work, he always has an anxious look on his face, hoping someone will run to give him a hug and yell "Daddy's home!" So many things...
So I think we're having a pretty good life together.

Here's to the next ten! Happy Anniversary.