Bojingle all the way

Iz: Momma, you have a shark swimming in your bojingles!

Me: Is bojingles the Christmas version of bogina?

Bull Dogs are Assholes.

Today is Isabella's birthday. We had a pretty fantastic day and I really can't wait to share it with all 3 of you.

Yesterday was a lazy San Clemente Sunday and the weather could not have been more perfect. All the kids were playing outside with short sleeves on. Every window in my house was open. A cool ocean breeze, if you can call it that but I am looking at the ocean while feeling the breeze.... anyway, it was divine. We planned on going out to Hapa J's to celebrate Izzy. Phil caught the wave of the day. I found $5 jeggings at Nordstrom Rack. Who couldn't love a day like that?

The cherry on top was that my beautiful little girl was attacked by a bull dog and we spent the rest of our glorious Sunday in the ER. (Insert any kind of swear word you'd like). So instead of eating Ahi Poke salad I ate Skittles and a bag of potato chips with Izzy. Poor me.

Seriously, my daughter was devastated by the attack. Her arm looked mangled and I immediately told Phil that we are going to the emergency room. Phil saw the whole thing and could barley contain a composure after seeing his baby girl attacked. I wrapped up her little arm and held her as she screamed "THAT DOG IS GOING ON THE NAUGHTY LIST!". The ultimate worst insult she could come up with.

While waiting Belly cried herself to sleep. Phil was so traumatized that he would not let go of Izzy and held her the entire 4 hours we spent at the ER.

After calming down and talking to the doctor she asked if there were any women having babies she could watch. I knew when she started talking about something inappropriate for a five year old that she would be ok.

So I spent the night and all of today sucking up to her. I have pictures and more to share but for now I can only blog while Bellie Belles is doing her business in the bathroom.

Overall it was a fantastic and magical day. I sure love that girl and every single second I have had with her these five glorious years.

Funny things that my Izzy says....

"Excuse me to do a princess noise out of my bogina"

"Dont do that! If you do that I will go freaking ape on you"

"Momma, santa doesn't bring toys to you, but I'm going to call him and you will be on the naughty list if you don't give me Salt and Vinegar chips right now"

" 3, 2, 1, 7.... You're fired"

"Momma, stop telling me to clean my room! You are a Nazi"

"Momma, for Christmas this year I want a German Shepherd with good instincts"

Bed Bug

Phil just happened to be wearing a t-shirt so I took a picture of what I come to bed to each night. Izzy takes turns using our arms as a pillow. It seems creepy but I have a lot of pictures of my peeps sleeping away. I can say I've been doing it for years...... I need help.

Isabella is turning five soon and getting too big to be sleeping with her parents every night. Especially since she has the most comfortable bed in the world, but I have to be honest. I would miss her and the tingling feeling in my hyper-extended contorted arm.

My husband Phil has been all around the world surfing, snowboarding, sailing and windsurfing. He can surf massive giant waves and board down "double black diamond" mountains. He can take on anything, even me.

My blog is a super secret blog from my husband so I can show the world how, since he has become a father, he can take on extreme cuddling.

Happy December!

I spent a large part of my day yesterday running around without my head. Today I am catching up from that debacle. Part of my new routine is scaling down and I have found that it is really hard to simplify your life. One thing that I discovered last year was to stay away from the mall for the last 3 months of the year.

There is something about going to the mall at Christmas time that really makes me hate Christmas. I don't know what it is that turns ordinary people into assholes. Maybe they didn't get the parking space they wanted or the cheap and useless thing they were going to buy that is all the rage is sold out. I don't know but I don't like it. Last year I went to the grocery store and stocked up on gift cards. Nothing says "I love you and so glad to be giving you a gift" like a $50 Visa gift card. When they say it's the thought that counts, my thought is, I just saved myself a shitload of time and aggravation.

p.s. Don't you love all the ornament filled bottom half of my tree?

Isabella wanted to make her dad something so we went to Michaels and stocked up on craft crud to make some crap, I mean, thoughtful gifts.

She worked on this yesterday afternoon, after we had to go to a Christmas party so when we got home she saw her dad and could not wait to give him his Christmas surprise. I guess we could start a tradition of gift giving on the first day of December.

So Phil is the proud owner of this t-shirt showing him with a surfboard in a wave. And he has a dog on a leash. The artist signed her name but then added more ocean on top of it. Let's just say that he better wear this and wear it with gusto.

I'm working on something for Isabella and her cousins. It's going to be cute, at least in my head it all looks adorable. Heather Ross is one of my FAVORITE fabric designers and I love her patterns as well. Too bad her fabric is $17 a yard. I pay so much for it that I have a hard time cutting it up. But the little girls in my family are worth it so they are getting something from her Far Far Away line. This is just a little peek cause I am loving my life right now.