The expiration dates tell you so.

(Don’t worry I won’t go too crazy for the big Two-One.)

I woke up this morning, took my shower, plopped down to check my email and this stared me in the face immediately:

You know who that is? Oh, that’s my Step Brother, Joey Cheek. It’s not every day you wake up to a member of your family’s face in the news. At least, I haven’t seen it since 2006 when he won the gold. But more importantly he’s made a good of his celebrity status and has been helping others in Darfur with his earnings and his time since then. And ya know, going to Princeton on top of all this. And I thought I had a hectic life.

Here’s the article of you want to read it.

Anyways, eventually I’ll get a vacation post up. Today is just busy, busy.

Yes, we’re one of those couples. We’re corny. We like to match.

This picture was taken on our first wedding anniversary last Monday the 19th. We were headed out to eat at Firebirds, where I was so excited to finally get me a Filet Mignon and shrimp only for it come out burnt. Twice. And so, we got our entire $50 meal for free. Free! God certainly has a sense of humor, but I’m not complaining! The night didn’t turn out exactly as we planned, but it was still wonderful to spend some time with Mark and we were thrilled about our free meal.

And, we were thrilled to show our lovey-dovey-ness by matching. It actually kind of happened by accident on this day, since I knew I wanted to wear this new outfit because I don’t have a job to wear it to, and Mark just happened to wear red and black to work that day. I even got to wear my beautiful red shoes that about killed my feet!

Matching was something I grew up with in my family, especially on holidays like Christmas, but Mark and I match often regardless of the event. This Sunday to church we both wore brown. Some times Savannah gets lucky and matches us, too.

Told you, we’re corny. I can just see us when we’re 80 wearing matching sweatshirts, can’t you?

CityMama is holding a contest for a Wii AND WiiFit. How sweet is that?  The catch?  We have to share our most embaressing fitness story.  So here goes:

Daddy O wasn’t a Daddy.  He was a mere chubby little 7th grader, not the hot stud that he is today.  But, good thing he was doing some sit ups during gym class so he could shape up. It was the beginning of the school year at a brand new school where he knew no one but desperately wanted to make new friends.  On this fateful day of gym warm ups, his big booty would betray him in the ultimate junior high humilation.  While crunching his abs to loose the flab, he let out a bellowing fart that echoed through out the gym. Not once. But twice.  Back to back.  These gasps of wind were heard by over 100 people, and the laughs of ruthless students echoed just as loudly.

Let’s just say it was a long semester for Daddy O as he became known as, “Farty Marky.”  Poor guy.

P.S. Even if our story doesn’t win, Mark and I had our share of laughs writing this together. And that in itself, is worth it. 

Our church played this on Mother’s Day and I just had to share with you guys on here. Even if you aren’t a Mom you can relate from hearing this growing up! It’s brilliant :-)

I was looking through websites at various baby carriers and found this picture and had to laugh to myself (It won’t let me post the picture, other wise I’d put in on for you to laugh with me).

Now, if I had a newborn, would I be wearing a strapless shirt and sporting a huge glittery purse? No. Even at my young age of 20, I wouldn’t wear this. Maybe this is the party-mommy style, I certainly know a few of those. Me? I’d still be in pregnancy clothes (yoga pants, any one?) trying to hid my flab and carrying a diaper bag. Unless the glittery purse is her diaper bag? And wouldn’t the sleeveless shirt thing not be the best choice for baby wearing? In my experience, baby wearing does a lot of pulling on shirts, people might be getting a free show!

I do have admit, it is a cute outfit, but not realistic to having a new born child. Not at all. Silly advertising, don’t they know people want realistic? Woman already have enough going on in their life to be worrying about the fact that they don’t look like this weeks after delivering.

One of the greatest things about a child turning 1 year old: no more formulas or bottles. Really, I don’t know why I was so nervous about the switch from babyhood to toddlerhood because honestly? Right now? It’s so much easier and even more enjoyable! I don’t have to keep up with the constant bottle washing after naps and bed time (the kind we own have several parts to wash/put together. It’s worth it for less spit up), buy ridiculously priced formula, and it’s so nice to just put her to bed without worrying, “I need a bottle!” (for her…not me).

And it’s not that she wasn’t a great baby and I didn’t enjoy her back then, but now she’s got such a great personality that keeps us laughing all day long. She doesn’t just sit in my lap, content where ever. I love that she choses to sit in my lap and snuggle. And ya know, sleeping through the night (for the most part) is a wonderful plus compared to this time last year.

However, Savannah hasn’t taken the change quit so smoothly. The child hates cow’s milk. And as most parents know, about at the age of 1 comes the switch-a-roo from formula to cow’s milk. I’ve tried everything and she tolerated it at first when it was mostly formula in a bottle, but things quickly went down hill. I’ve tried warming it, flavoring it, mixing it with formula again. No go. But, at least it made her not want a bottle at all, so now they’re all gone and she didn’t even care.

Though, I shouldn’t be surprised she hates milk because neither Mark or I like milk either. Therefore, I don’t want to push the milk issue on her because I know I wouldn’t want to drink it. So, what about the issue of needing calcium and vitamin D (I’ve also asked the Dr. this)? Our solution: Calcium fortified OJ. We like Minute Maid’s version for kids because it has extra vitamins. Hint: I drink it as well because I need those nutrients, too.

It’s also a good thing the girl loves her some yogurt. As well as cheese (which neither Mark or I like either, so we’ll see if that passes on to her eventually, too). She can always eat yogurt, it’s her favorite. She can even recognize it and say, “Go-gurt?”

Want some?

(Clearly, we’re still working on the self feeding with a spoon thing. I don’t mind the mess, it’s too cute to watch her learn!)

Need a pick-me-up?  Head over to In The Motherhood, where 3 moms take true life stories/scenarios and turn them into “webisodes”.  They star Leah Remini, Chelsea Handler and now Jenny McCarthy, which equates to a very funny portrayal of a mom’s life.

I’ve only watched a few but I love these little shows, they’re guaranteed to make you laugh. I think there is something for every mom in these clips. My favorite one so far is probably “Mother’s Day Gone Wrong.”  Let’s just say I will be careful with chapstick from now on and I won’t let my daughter around display toilets.  What’s great is that a lot of these stories are taken from real life mom experiences, they hold contests to see who has the greatest and then it gets turned into a show! Plus, they have online games, recipes and you can read funny mom stories or share your own.

And as a bonus for me, I love that Leah Remini is taking part in this because King of Queens was my favorite show and it’s nice to have her humor back to lift my spirits.

It’s nice to know my life isn’t so bad, people obviously go through worse!

I say Semi-Wordless because I can’t just post a picture and not type some words. This is a blog after all, you know, writing. I just wanted to share the beautiful thing of a father and daughter having fun. Her laughter and smiles are the best, his willingness to act a fool and wear a bunny towel just for some giggles melts my heart. That right there is a true man. This right here is family entertainment.

This is by far the funniest post I have ever read. Go check out Burgh Baby’s Mom!  I needed a laugh, I’m sure you do, too.

(This shortest post ever that contains no content of my own is brought to you buy a cold and headache.)