Guess where I'll be soon...

Aimee had a rough rough day yesterday, which means I also had a rough day. That's just the way things work. Plus, Katie had her cousin come and spend the night. They had a ton of fun, including staying up really late, talking in bed, and waking up waaaaay too early.
We got kind of spoiled with Katie. That girl will eat almost anything, loves fruits and veggies, and the list of things she won't eat is very short. Aimee on the other hand, is picky. It drives me crazy. She has an aversion to anything green, and will pick them out no matter how small. She won't eat soup. She gags on things regularly. Plus she throws her plate or bowl on the floor when she's done eating.
So Aimee decided she would only eat cookies, mee-toes (tomatoes) and rice yesterday. I got her to eat like two bites of tofu, and one tiny piece of broccoli. I had to bribe her with more rice. Anyway, for lunch we had mashed potatoes and ratatouille. She ate one bite, I think and the next bite she spit out. Then she dumped her food on her tray, dropped the bowl still half full of food on to the floor, then proceeded to spread the food around and squish it between her fingers. This happened in about one minute. So I got her and the floor cleaned up, figured she wasn't hungry, and I went over to finish folding a load of laundry. Aimee runs over to me two minutes later with the empty bowl of mashed potatoes. The problem is, there was some leftovers. Aimee had gotten them off the counter top, dumped them out on the carpet, then squished them in. While I was cleaning that up she opened up a tomato bouillon cube, and started crumbling it up.
I put her down for a nap. It was almost 2 hours earlier than normal, but I was ready.
While I was cleaning up the mashed potatoes I was feeling very grumpy, and wondering why I wanted kids so badly in the first place.
The nap didn't improve Aimee's disposition, and Katie got grumpier as the day went on. So by bedtime I was happy to put them to bed early, and try to forget about the day. A couple of hours after they went to sleep, Aimee woke up, crying for mommy. She had dropped her pacifier. She was standing up, and reached out for me. Normally I don't pick her up, I just hug her and lie her back down so she doesn't wake up too much. But I picked her up, and she cuddled with me for a few minutes, and gave me a kiss. Then I remembered, that's why I had kids. My life is not always easy, and my kids are not always cute. But it's the little moments that make life good.

Bringing back memories... Scandinavian Festival

Growing up we went to the Scandinavian Festival almost every year. If I remember correctly, I used to kind of hate it. But, as I got older I appreciated it more, and now I think it's awesome. So on Thursday we headed down and went with Nana and Grandpa and Halli and Nick.

We drank fruit slushies

Shared corn on the cob

Bought ridiculously cute souvenirs and ate ridiculously expensive (but good) elephant ears

Took pictures with the wood cutouts

And the kids' favorite: watched Scandinavian dancing

That is (as Jae would say) the cutest picture of my life.

The only part I didn't enjoy was the meat pies. They were everywhere! And it didn't really have to do with being vegetarian, it was mainly the association with Sweeney Todd. Ew.

Anyway, good times! Thanks Mom and Dad!

Six Years

Today was our 6th anniversary.

We started out like this:(so young, so skinny)

Then came this:(sweet little Katie)

And then this:(sweet little Aimee)

Life has gotten much harder, and much more stressful with two kids two years apart, and Jon dealing with anxiety. It's not ever easy, but it is so so worth it.
Jon is my one. The only one who makes me truly happy. He makes everything worth it. He treats me like a princess, and I sometimes forget I'm not.

For our anniversary we watched two movies in the theater, then decided we should never watch two movies in the theater in one day. We ate noodles from Zao, coconut gelato, and a box of milk duds. We went to bed at a (for us) ridiculously early hour, then Jon let me sleep in ridiculously late. (11am)
It was a good anniversary.
I also got a super sweet note. Somehow Jon knows exactly the best thing he could possibly say. It's what I wanted him to say without knowing I wanted it.
I, on the other hand, write impulsively, and never perfectly. So I will just say, in reply:
Jon,
I love you too. Me too. You're welcome. Me too. I think so too.
Thank you.
Love Forever,
Amanda