Sunday, June 28, 2009

Baby Shower

Baby safari

Baby Mama

Baby Presents

Now we just need....Baby.

We can't wait, Baby Hansen!


Your soon-to-be favorite Auntie

Friday, June 26, 2009


ThE SwEet LiFe PrEsEnTs:

SuMmEr BaCkYaRd.

"Then followed that beautiful season...Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Thanks for making us look good.

Can I just say that if I hear about one more dirtbag, sleezy, slimeball, can't-keep-it in-their-pants, loser, hypocritical, Republican, "I stand for conservative values" moron who has cheated on their spouse....

I'm really going to lose it.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

It's good to share.

I've decided my children will share bedrooms no matter how many rooms we may/may not have available (not all of them in just one, but at least two to a room). My memories of late night childhood chats, threats, games, imaginings, and schemes with my own siblings are too savory to not extend to my children. No matter the fact that they fall asleep on average about 1-2 hours after being tucked in. No matter the sounds and giggles coming from the room. No matter the wall thumps and the jumping.

They are in it together.

Then comes a rather quick silence, and they look like this:

As if suddenly one just literally dropped in utter exhaustion and then the other followed suit.

Ty and I sneak in, admire our perfect babies for the bazillionth time and smile.

A day (and bedtime) well spent.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

P to the wizzeehh

Praise the heavens that the big P is over. Honestly.

It's not so much the actual surf of the crimson wave that I loathe. It is the PRE-menstrual part. Although I've never read about this specifically on the back of a Midol box, I'm positive my regular PMS/disorder symptoms include (in addition to the regular bloating, anxiety, depression, etc):

*Sudden urge to gun down other drivers on the road (seriously, it's why I don't carry a concealed weapons permit. You think I'm joking? Think again. I'd use it.)

*Freakish weeping over Allstate insurance and Eharmony commercials

*Husband morphs into a victimized representative of the "other" sex, the one that doesn't have to deal with the cyclical torture of periods. War of the sexes begin suddenly when a normally much appreciated affectionate touch is responded to with this:

Wife: "Whoa, whoa, whoa...why are you touching me?"

Husband: "I thought maybe you'd like a back massage?"

"I'm not interested in one of your agenda rubs, thank you very much."

"Well, I was offering it for free."

"OOoh, suuuure! Just like a loan from MoneyTree or those car title places. Listen buddie, I've been a victim long enough of this sort of passive aggressive tomfoolery. I prefer that you just stay on your side of the couch while I finish this pan of brownies. And I don't care if I'm fat, so you can just kiss off."

"I don't think you're fat."

"Ohhh, puhhhlease. Would you stop trying to get lucky with me already!"

"I'm not! I'm saying I don't think you're fat!"

I can see now how a conversation like this is just so pitifully twisted. The poor man will never win. But at the time, it all made perfect sense to the hormonally imbalanced self.

Then I'm graced a few days later with my monthly visitor. When I casually mention it to Tyler at some point during the commencement of this special week, he gets a satisfied smirk on a his face and mumbles under his breath,
"I knew it."

To which I question hastily (with a wide eyed look of innocent dismay), "What's that supposed to mean?"

Right now.

London Rae.

*Sleeps in diapers. I love a baby in the summer in just their diaper. Eat em up.

*Takes diapers off after pooping and throws them around in crib, saying "booo booo, booo booo".

*Sports one crazy golden mullet

*Rips out any hair pieces Mommy tries to put in in order to address the mullet situation

*Has become somewhat bossy (in gibberish no less)

*Loves her "beee beee" (blankee)

* And "DAaa daaa" (Daddy)

*Has approx 6 top teeth and only two bottom. So cute.

*Loves to hug and kiss her Mama.

Lily Tyler.

*Changes approximately 8 times a day (and only wears London's clothes...aka high-water spandex)

*Loves her long "Hawhe" (hair)

*Insists on keeping long hair down. No pony tails. Just one clippy centered right above her forehead.

*Called her mother "so tarded" the other day at the grocery store when she was told no to purchasing an entire box of powdered donuts
"Mom, you awe so tarded." (Mom, you are so retarded). Oh yeah, she also added, "Dis is sooo idiculus." (This is so ridiculous).
I claim responsibility for the ridiculous portion...but the enormously politically incorrect 'retarded' label was learned from 10 and 13 year old aunties, or so I suspect.

*Didn't receive donuts or promised gumball after calling her mother tarded.

*Frequently, completely out of the blue, will call out "Mom, I love you." throughout the day. Melt my heart.

*Defends her sister vehemently when London is scolded for throwing her food off of her highchair. "Mom, she's jus a babeee, she jus sinks its a game!" (Mom, she's just a baby, she just thinks it's a game! - this is normally the case I plead to Lily when London is ruining one of her coloring activities, etc.)

*Loves to cuddle in the mornings when she wakes up (Mom's favorite part of the day).

Thursday, June 11, 2009

L&L, Inc.

Tyler came in from work yesterday as I was busy scrubbing the remaining traces
of an entire tube of squeezed-out foundation all over Lily and London's bodies. Lily had somehow smuggled the makeup into the car and proceeded to rub the cream all over herself, the car seats, and London. Oh the joy.

A little bit later Tyler sat down next to me to assist in dressing the girls and said,
"You know, I was actually thinking about this could be the CEO of any company. I'm sure of it. I think you're so intelligent."

He paused for a second, trapped in that thought...oh boy, I think he really believed it.

"But you're here, with our girls, and that is one of the best things about you."

The sincerity of his comment struck me. He wasn't just saying this to alleviate the pains of my sticky day, or to win points that would hopefully transfer to his scorecard in the bedroom when the kids when to bed. He really meant it.

"Wow. I think that was just about the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

And it really is. Because there are those moments as a mother that I've fantasized about the pencil skirt and stilettos. The potential. The recognition. The ideas.
Every wife adores compliments on looking pretty or keeping a nice home, but compliment my mind and my that just feels amazing.

I don't have to prove anything. He knows.

Regardless of what I will do in the future...for now...
I am the proud CEO of Lily and London, Inc.

So Tyler dear, while you dine at The Modern with your boss in the upcoming days:

( yes... THE MODERN,New York City,as in one of the finest restaurants in the world. Sheesh, who knew concrete companies could have such taste),

I'll be dining on this:

I think we can both agree who has the better job here.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Take note.

If you frequently enjoy blog hopping through my blog to other blogs listed on the blog stalk, take note to become a follower on your own or write down the address. I have decided to eliminate the "Blog stalk" list on my sidebar for a myriad of reasons, the three most important being:

1. I visit many more blogs than just these, and I don't wish anyone who stops by to feel offended that they aren't on the blog stalk list. Trust me, I stop by and visit many, and I am a usually a comment-leaver to prove it.

2. I hate clutter. If I actually listed the endless amounts of blogs I've been known to peruse, the OCD in me will take over, I'll suffocate, and possibly die. Now nobody wants that to happen, I assume (hopefully).

3. I only allow 3-5 blog visits to others a day. Then the computer is usually turned off and it's time to enjoy reality again. This can get very addicting, so please excuse me for deleting the blog stalk, if I see the list staring at me I feel too tempted to click and visit, and before I know it 3 hours have passed and my three year-old is feeding the one year-old rotten bananas pulled from the garbage. Please accept my apologies if your address has not been listed...I love your blog, believe you me.

I am making one exception: dearest Nie. She stays.
80% because she is truly one of my favorite people I've never met.
20% because her button goes well with my blog.



Friday, June 5, 2009

A few good finds

Inspired as of late, my world has been made prettier by the following:

1. Chair: $50 deal found at Goodwill. Oh the lovely ideas I have springing from this chair! Bold colors in vintage florals...praise be! (Plus anytime you use the word vintage you automatically get to give yourself three "cool" points. Poor people are instantly made posh with the addition of that simple little V word).

Hate hate hate my camera. Doesn't do it justice. Never does!

2. Throw pillows for couch to follow in this print:

3. Lemon print from artist Ella McDoniels...who also designed my lovely blog headers as of late. Thank you thank you thank you. Don't ya just love the new look?!! Sadly no, I didn't get the print with the frame...but more details to come on my own display later.

Visit soon...there will be a lot of mixin' it up in the Haack home with pics to prove it.

Happy weekend.
Baby brother Ian is graduating. Can't believe it. Sigh.