anniversary!

Today is our third anniversary.  Robert surprised me and took me out to dinner.  While we were waiting for our food Robert asked what my favorite part of these three years has been(outside of Edgar, of course).  How could I just pick one?  But it was sure fun reliving those memories.  So here, so I don't forget those small moments that make life fun: Remember that one time?

Remember that one time we went snorkeling in the Bahamas?  And stubbed our toes and fingers on sea urchins?  And I was full of morning sickness and all I wanted was toast and the only thing to eat on that whole island that I recognized was fried chicken?

Remember the worst Christmas ever? With our little Christmas Bush? When I was still morning sick and all I got you was a PASTRY BLENDER?! And I was so sick with an ear infection that I learned to play Yahtzee with my head on the table?  And then you went home for New Year's without me cause I was too sick?

Remember right after we got married when you told me about those noodles your dad made out of potatoes?  I had no idea what gnocci was at the time, so I just cut some potatoes really skinny and we ate it with spaghetti sauce?  And that was the weirdest dinner ever?

Remember that one time, Monk escaped and we tore apart the whole house trying to catch her?  She was the worst wild mouse ever.

Remember Fanta?  How he was the smartest dog ever?  And how he was racist and hated every Middle-Eastern person that passed our house?  And how he would run away and roll in poop?  And do jumping jacks? And make a nest to sleep in?

Member how Gus is NOT very smart?  But he talks in his sleep and is very brave.  And he got sunburned that one time at Bear Lake?

Remember our Honeymoon to Catalina Island and rented kayaks and wet suits even though it was only like, 60 degrees? How I tried to talk to a fish but it wouldn't listen?  And then I got water in my snorkel and got grated against the coral and almost drowned?

Remember when we went to the zoo and pretty much no one else was there?  Remember how we got to pet the giraffes?

Robert, my love, we have had some fantastic adventures.  I love you SO much!  Thanks for the best three years of my life,

Love, Kim

mmm, paint.

So, Edgar was sitting angelically at the table eating a warm cookie.  I decided to take the opportunity and snag some baby-free facebook time.  After about one minute Edgar started making some smacking noises.  Eating type noises.  That's what he was supposed to be doing so it didn't even register in my mind to look over.  Robert looked though. "Oh! Kim, he's eating paint!"  I jumped up and saw two little sausage fingers dipped in bright blue paint.  He had somehow opened a tiny pot of those lame paints that come with kid's clay. Edgar looked at me with wide eyes, licking his lips as if to say "this stuff tastes horrible!"  I wanted a picture so bad, but about the time I thought of it Edgar started crying to get his tongue washed off.  I couldn't really blame him, so I started washing.  He was starting to calm down so I figured we just about had the paint out of his mouth.  I held him up to the mirror so I could see if I had missed anything.  Bad idea.  Edgar saw himself and screamed bloody murder.  Watering down the paint in his mouth had just spread it around  his  mouth and chin even more.  It was the most frightening thing he had seen since Grandpa Green popped out his dentures at thanksgiving.  He cried and cried and cried, then cried some blue paint on Papi's shirt, then cried some more when he saw THAT blue paint.  What a poor little lamb.  I wish I had a picture.