Happy Heart Day

As many of you faithful readers know Valentine’s Day is kind of a touchy subject around the Babies & Bacon household. I talked about why we don’t make a big deal of it HERE. And why I was pretty pissed we didn’t make any deal of it HERE.

But this year I was so incredibly surprised. Because for the first year ever Michael decided to care about Valentine’s Day in more way than one.

First of all he decided to take his little lady to a Daddy Daughter Dance with a couple of his friends and their daughters. Ironically enough Michael has a large group of high school friends that he is still pretty close to and of all the guys that have kids, almost all have daughters. It’s pretty sweet to see all these tough dudes with their baby girls.

Cedella was beside herself with excitement for the Party. She picked out which dress she wanted to wear. This one was picked for the twirly skirt factor. * Fashion side note: This is a Jelly the Pug dress that I bought for Cedella before she was born. She is only just now fitting it and it’s still huge. But I love it so. Isn’t it pretty?

So glad I took pictures of them before they left the house because there are only a couple pics of them from the actual dance. Aren’t they the cutest?

And making the goofiest face of all…

God I love these two.

They had a great time at the dance, even though Cedella wouldn’t leave her father’s arms except for the two minutes she sat down to eat a cookie. Here’s hoping that this begins a tradition of many more Daddy Daughter dances in the years to come.

And then there was V Day.

We woke up early and decided to start working on Valentine’s. I busted out the construction paper, foamies, glue and glitter at 7:30 am, cause I’m kinda crazy like that. Cedella loved it.

And though when she was done the floor looked like a stripper conversion, she made some beautiful art. Some of her work…

After we cleaned up the glitter-blizzard that was all over the floor we got ready for the day.

For the past two years we’ve gone for a Valentine’s Day pie eating lunch with our besties Leslie & Anna. But this year Anna’s baby sister was really ill, as was the rest of their family. And the plague settled into our house last week, so we haven’t been able to meet with them yet but tomorrow is the make-up date!

So instead we planned a girlie luncheon with my girlfriend Lucy. And where better for a group of ladies to enjoy a Valentine’s Day lunch? Olive Garden of course! Cause unlimited soup and salad and breadsticks is alright with me 😉

The girls waiting for our table actually got along quite well. Shocker.

Auntie Lucy and her sweetheart date. And yes, she bribed this photo op with rainbow colored clip-in hair extensions.

Me and my ladies. I even had my heart sweater on. Cause we like to coordinate like that.

Pretty sure Monk just said “Whatcha talkin’ ’bout Willis?”

We had such a nice date and the girls were so well behaved and Lucy and I are both chatty so we always have great time together.

The good was excellent as usual. And though I could have eaten four more of these little yummies, I only had one. And it was delicious.

After lunch we decided to take the girls to the mall playground to burn off some steam and give us grownups a chance to chat for a while longer. The girls were actually getting along with one another for a while. It is so sweet to watch them play together.

But then Ella got bored with being told to “be careful” and so she found a few Valentine’s friends of her own. Yes, those are all little boys. Sorry Daddy, the boys were crazy for her that day.

And Isora had a great time too. There was more than enough little things for her to climb all over. Looks a bit happy, no?

Ella even found a friend she has met before when her Jiddo takes her to play at the mall. The were really cute and insisted on holding hands every single second they were together.

And then we got home from our day just in time to meet Michael after work. And that’s when it happened. The core of the universe turned to ice and all that is unholy was disintegrated and the Earth stopped turning for just one brief moment.

He bought me flowers. A big ole gorgeous fragrant bouquet with not a rose in sight (I don’t care for roses.)

On Valentine’s Day.

On purpose.

And he even brought flowers for his daughters.

It was so unexpected and incredible and lovely. I almost cried I was so surprised.

Well played Mr. Eyebrowz. Well played.

And of course I didn’t have anything for him. Well, except for concert tickets to see one of our favorite singers, Erykah Badu, and a night out on the town. Which was…AMAZING!

So this is the first time in our history that we (meaning Michael) has decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day and I was caught totally off guard. But you know who totally got it? Cedella. She loved the flowers and kept saying how pretty my flowers were and how she got three flowers cause she was three now so she gets three flowers.

And THAT’S why we should celebrate. How was your Valentine’s Day? Hope it was special.

Thanks for reading!

(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: Down Memory Lane

Today the Mr. and I are celebrating our 3rd Wedding Anniversary. 3 years since we put on the fancy clothes and said the magic words ‘I will’. I’ve written our love story here before. And last year I shared a whole bunch of my favorite wedding pics. So this year I thought I’d share a little bit of the past seven years together. Our story in photos. From dating to parents of TWO children (that’s still so weird to say…we have KIDS…plural…whoa).

Seven years ago when Mr. Eyebrowz had me at Badu neither of us thought that we would be where we are today. Snuggled up in bed with our second baby between us, fighting to stay awake for Jimmy Kimmel. It’s lovely and surreal. Cause we didn’t even know we would be here a year ago.

But we worked and tried so hard this past year to put our marriage and our little family first and foremost. To not allow outside influences to drive wedges between us. To always make our decisions together. To respect one another’s feelings. To get back to being partners, co-conspirators, best friends.

So let’s take a little walk down memory lane…shall we?


Spring 2005 – Charleston SC

This is our first trip together. We took an extensive road/camping trip through South Carolina, North Carolina and Virginia the first year we were dating. This was in Charleston. Not sure why we’re posed like it’s prom. Or what those white socks are all about. But we had a really fantastic trip. So many good memories from that trip. Inside jokes we still laugh at. And DAMN I was skinny.

Spring 2007 – Barcelona, Spain

Our first trip together overseas. This was a day where we just wandered without much of an agenda. Just wandering around and going where the wind takes us has lead to some of the best days we’ve ever had together. Barcelona was probably around the time that we both decided in our respective heads that we needed to be together for the rest of our lives.

New Years Eve 2007 – Roma Cafe – Detroit MI

When Michael proposed. He surprised me. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen. It was the only time anyone has ever surprised me like that. It was beautiful and so sweet. He said the nicest things. In front of 12 of our closest friends and an entire restaurant. Such a great moment for us.

March 28th 2009 – The Colony Club – Detroit MI

I LOVE this picture. One of my favorite wedding pictures. It was the moment that we were so incredibly happy and in the moment. Seconds after we became Mr & Mrs. Look at those smiles. Love.

April 2009 – The Parthenon – Rome, Italy

Our one week anniversary. Eating al fresco outside of the Parthenon. Amazing dinner. Amazing wine. Amazing company. And he bought me roses while I was in the bathroom. We spent the rest of the night wandering around Rome, eating gelato, drinking wine and making out. It was very romantic.

August 2009 – Little Critter aka Cedella

Look what we brought home from Italy!! And soon Baby would make three. I will never forget how thrilled and freaked out we were after this ultrasound.

January 15 2010 – Our House – Lansing MI

Our John & Yoko picture. All of us piled in the bed the morning we came home from the hospital. With our new little baby girl and our fuzzy girl. One happy little family. Those days were crazy and overwhelming and blissful.

June 2010 – Hoffmaster State Park – Muskegon MI

Our first family camping trip. Sure, Michael is a bit Edward Cullen here (but that’s cool, right?). This was our first tent camping trip with Cedella. She was a natural and slept like an angel every night. We have made many and more amazing memories camping. Every summer…that’s our thing.

Mother’s Day 2011 – Grandma’s House – Bloomfield Hills MI

This picture kind of perfectly sums up what was going on at the time. We were out of whack, but still trying to hold it down. Trying to put on the good face for our friends and loved ones. Trying like hell not to kill each other or call it quits. This is before all of the tragedies we suffered so there’s still a bit of humor there. We will always have that. Our undying need to out do each other in the funny department. It’s a good thing we’re both pretty damn funny, cause if it was always just me who was funny, it’d get kinda boring.

October 2011 – Our Home – Lansing MI

A kiss before work. This was part of the Capture the Everyday blogging project I did. And one of the ways we reconnected. We don’t leave each other without a kiss and an ‘I love you’. Because life is too short, and things happen, and why not kiss your spouse every single day without question? This is one of my favorite pictures of us. Ever.

November 2011 – Little Nugget aka Isora

And then there were 4!! Though he will be the first to admit he was hoping for a boy, neither of us could have been happier that we were having a healthy baby girl. And this precious moment gave him the chance to utter the unforgettable line “You know what this means, right? We’re gonna have to try again.” I will hold you to that Mr. Eyebrowz. 😉

March 17 2012 – Greenhouse Birth Center – Okemos MI

Just one more journey, one more adventure for us. Natural water birth out of the hospital. My man. My rock. He didn’t interfere, he didn’t judge or command anything of me. Just let me do my thing. Held me up and told me how amazing I was. And yes Isora…when you’re old enough to read this…Daddy wore a Jager hat to your birth. Don’t judge him. It was free.

Now all that is missing from this group is one of the four (five with Kira the Dog) all snuggled in our nest. Seems that we’ve been a bit busy in the past week to take a family picture. But I have a mental image of the four of us, the day Zorie was born, all piled into our bed, marveling at how stunning this new little person is. And then somebody farted. Cause even with a three girl to one boy ratio, that’s how we roll.

Michael…my handsome sweet prince. These have been three of the most challenging and rewarding years of my life. Thank you for being with me and sticking through this bumpy ride and for doing all you do to make sure we have the life that we want to live.  I will never be able to properly express to you all the joy you have given me. Nor will I ever be able to properly give thanks for all the sacrifices you make for us. But I can tell you that these two girls? Best. Gifts. Ever. Thanks for bringing them into the world with me and for making this little family so unique and perfectly ours. You are my best friend and my hero. I love you.

Watching Her Sleep

It’s so damn hard to believe that after almost 2 years of being with Cedella nearly 24/7 I am still so completely in awe of her.

She went down for her nap by asking so sweetly for mama milk in mama’s bed. She just wanted to snuggle with me. And when she was asleep I just stayed there, lying next to her, watching her sleep, for about 10 minutes. Just staring. And crying.

That sleeping face just gets me every. single. time. Her perfect full lips pushed out every so slightly. Her beautiful long eyelashes sweeping across her cheeks. Her warm olive skin glowing. A few wispy strands of perfectly highlighted light brown hair drifting across her forehead. She just keeps getting prettier and prettier.

Tonight as she climbed up on my lap to read books, Monk snuggled up close to me, wiggling her little body as close as possible to mine. As I read ‘Duck on a Bike’ tears rolled down my cheeks and onto her shiny hair. Pregnancy hormones may have had something to do with this outburst.

But seriously. This child is growing so much every single day and so damn independent that these moments are fleeting. Few and far between. I can hardly get her to give me a hug when I pick her up after a sleepover at her grandparent’s house. And today? All snuggles and love and sweetness. It was almost too much.

And as she fell asleep on my shoulder, clinging to my arm, I cried again. (Seriously…with all the crying.)

I can’t even begin to imagine how I’m going to be able to love another child, as much as I love Cedella. How do you other parents do it? How do you love another child as much as the first? Is it even possible? (I’m not asking you Mom, cause obviously I’m still your favorite…)

I’m fairly confident that the moment I hold my second daughter I will fall in love all over again. And watching Little Nugget grow and hit all her milestones and our own unique relationship and bond will create another beautiful love.

But for now I am perfectly content to spend the next five months being a one girl Mama. And taking a ridiculous amount of pictures of this perfect child sleeping…