HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear DAD..

Happy Birthday to you!

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Dad, I hope you have a great birthday! Thanks for always being such

an awesome Dad to us. I love you very much!!

Make a wish!!!

The Monkey's Treehouse!

Ezra went to his first birthday party. It was his buddy Brody's birthday and the party was at TheMonkey'sTreehouse! It was so much fun! Here are some pics and a cute video Tony took.

Ez and the birthday boy!

Ez diving into the ball pit.

Playing in the fort.

Our future chef.




He played so hard that he was out two minutes after we got in the car.

His hand is still in the air holding his snack. Silly boy.

Blood

"There's blood on that toy. Did it come from Ezra?" I think. "Yea, he's got some smeared on his cheek too. Oh my gosh, where is it coming from? Well .. the toy must have been in his mouth. Oh my gosh.. I hope he isn't spitting up blood. Maybe a tooth is coming in? .." (I shove a burp cloth in his mouth to see where the blood is coming from.) Little bits of blood all over. "Great. I know.. I'll lay him down and he'll let me get a better look." -Nicole puts baby down on his back. Baby screams, but in a way that still doesn't give her a good look at the teeth. No conclusion. . "Hmm.. maybe if I give him the Tylenol dropper he'll open up good." No luck with that either. He keeps getting himself into trouble and with two other kids here, I finally put Ezra in the excersaucer. As he was watching a show he hung his tongue out of his mouth. That's where my mystery ends.. his tongue was bleeding. As he was playing he must have bit it. Not exciting, I know. But thank GOD! Wow... when you love someone so small ... blood is really not your friend!

You've got to see this little kid talking about blood. CLICK ME.

Inside my head-

Last night I had a dream that while Ezra was napping, Tony & I went down the street to hang with some friends. (You know how dreams are!) So I end up staying there way to long.. and when it's time to leave.. I can't find the keys.. I'm supposed to drive a motorcycle to get home.. etc. So finally I was like "I'm just walking." I go up the street and my house isn't there. Instead there are just TONS of condos everywhere. So I get Tony and I'm like "Oh my gosh.. help me find Ezra!" We go up and down every street, and I'm just freaking out.. like "I know he's up from his nap right now.. he's probably scared.." blah blah. So we end up going to this big rec center and I see my sister. So I ask her "Where is Ezra!?" And she says "Better than Ezra?" Like she had no clue what I was talking about. At this point I had lost Tony and I'm calling out for him. Then I turn the corner and see him and George.. and Tony says "I just saw your diamond." (As in diamond ring.) So, confused.. I look to my friend Grace and I asked her "What's going on? Am I married?" And she says "You will be in a few days!" So I realize in this dream we were single without a baby.

There was no Ezra.

LET ME TELL YOU.. I'm REALLLLY GLAD THERE IS AN EZRA IN REAL LIFE! SOMETHING WAS MISSING!!

My little climber!

Prayer requests

*My brother in-law George will be heading to Iraq for 1 year on August 31st. Please pray for his safety while he's there, and that he would be comforted while across the world.

*My father in-laws sister Sheila died yesterday. The cause is still unknown. Please pray for comfort for her grieving family. She had two sons Gary and Jerry.

Thank you for your prayers!!

Sleep.. who really needs it?

(Yaaawwwn) Hello and good morning to everyone. Just here to let you know that sleep is really so over rated, I've just decided to start sleeping 4 hrs a night. Well, Ezra decided for me actually. So the story goes something like this ... remember... I'm a little fuzzy this morning.

11:00- After getting Ezra off to bed, cleaning the house, and spending hubby time, I went to bed.
1:20- Jump out of bed because Ezra is screaming. Console him, change his diaper and lay him down. Ahh, back to bed!
1:30- Still crying.. give Ezra a bottle. Drinks 8oz. Good, now he's got a full tummy.
2:15- Wake up to Ezra crying.. slide out of bed. Give Ezra Tylenol because he must be teething. Rock my little baby.
3:00- Bring my baby to bed with us. He yells "DADA" as happily as he can when we enter the room. He wanted to be silly and play. Not cool. Back to his crib.
3:30- Daddy goes into Ezra's room, decides he's hungry. We give Erza some bread and milk. Ezra goes to bed.
4:00- Mom goes to bed.
6:45- Mom wakes up to get ready, because the little boy I'm watching will get here at 7:30.

Yaaawwwwwwwwn.
Sometimes all you need is a little food.