Ma Ma, Wa Wa

That's how a baby asks for WaWa.


But no, really. I could not resist sharing this photo. Try and look past the horrid quality and into those sweet little baby cheeks...

Who woulda thunk that this little chunkster would turn into such a stud...

Baywatch.

I'm biased.

Post-it Please

**Warning** this post is one of those gushy annoying love posts (But I promise I made sure to keep it as annoying-free as possible). Read on if you dare...

Today I came home to this:

Lots and lots of post-it notes all over the house! In case you can't tell, since the text is backwards (thanks Macbook), that one says (in chicken scratch) "I love you!" Brian also managed to put an "I miss you already" in the fridge, an "I heart you" on the toilet, and even a stick figure picture of his face on his pillow. *Blush* I love him...I am giddy with joy over this little random act of unsolicited romance and I may even complete THREE tasks on his To Do list to express my gratitude. Now let's pray that he wins big in Atlantic City this weekend and stays away from the strip clubs (he is with Quinn and the two of them together spells trouble. Thankfully he knows I HATE the idea of strip clubs and he should stay far, far away). 

In other news, a few of my girlfriends are coming over tonight to watch Project Runway. Pillow fight! Just kidding. Can't wait to see how much more deeply I fall in love with Tim Gunn. Carry on!

p.s. I love the fact that T.G. uses the phrase "Carry on" on a regular basis. We should really be friends. 

More Unsolicited Romance?!?!

Ok. I know what you are thinking... My bf is some sort of sappy, cute, romantic sub-human woman pleasing machine. But really, I assure you, he isn't (what guy REALLY is?? Ok the gay ones, and I love them for it). No offense to Brian of course, and no offense to my mate-picking abilities either. I love him for many, many reasons, but he is not exactly what I would call romantic. Well at least we tend to define romance in VERY different ways (i.e. His idea of showing me how much he loves me is by emptying the dishwasher everyday when he comes home from work. Yay for that and I'm glad he does it, but I am hard-pressed to call that romantic).

So anyways, when Brian DOES manage to do something romantic it completely blows my mind. I am pretty sure that he tries NOT to be romantic most of the time so that the romantic things he does do seem that much more special. But who knows? He is a guy; his motives will always be confusing. Moving on with my point here...

Yesterday Bri and I planned to go to Hondos, a nice restaurant here in Richmond. I had a giftcard from a while back and we decided it would be fun to go on a "date." Bri made reservations for 6:30 so I made sure I got home with enough time to change and relax for a while. When I got home Brian was on the couch reading his book and he asked me if I could get the mail. Since I am SUCH a nice girlfriend, I did this, and noticed that we had received a new Netflix movie. These are moments I dread normally, since Brian is really good at picking CRAPPY and WEIRD movies for us to watch. We haven't watched a normal movie in a very long time.

Yesterday was no exception for me in terms of expections. I picked up the movie and opened it, expecting to see another documentary about income taxes or a testosterone filled b-rate zombie apocolypse film. But LO AND BEHOLD...it was BRIDE WARS!!!!!!!!!! Ok I know that sounds soooo lame and girly but newsflash...I am a girl and I occasionaly enjoy a poorly made chickflick. I had been bugging Brian for a while about renting or on-demanding the movie, but he always insisted we watch something else (can you blame him?). So it turns out that as a part of our "date" night he thought it would be nice to get the movie for us to watch after our schmancy dinner. I really almost cried when I saw the movie had arrived, especially since he had to "order" it from Netflix on Monday for it to arrive on time. He PLANNED something!!! I was also touched by the fact that my movie-obsessed-"i-refuse-to-watch-chickflicks-especially-the-notebook" boyfriend allowed such a girly movie into our house for us to watch TOGETHER. Who wouldda thunk that such a small gesture could mean so much.

When all was said and done we had a nice dinner, the movie was alright (Bri messed around on espn.com and his fantasy sports page basically the whole time), and I got a nice serenade of "Mad" by Ne-Yo at the end of the night (again, completely obscure). Cheers to you Bri, keep up the good work.

Unsolicited Romance

A girl can never get enough unsolicited romance. 

In fact, I often complain to Brian that I want more of it in my life. I am not flat out asking him to do something in particular, I am simply reminding him that I don't want to have to ASK for romantic things to happen. It is one thing to drop him hints about birthday wishes, a nudge to plan a trip for us, or any other fleeting comment that is supposed to generate some type of romantic action. It is a completely different ballpark when he acts completely on his own accord. I leave you with this tidbit:

So today I come home from work and Brian is on the couch (in his boxers, per usual - um seriously?!) clicking away at his fantasy baseball scores (don't even get me started on how much this annoys me. HELLO! You are in a FANTASY world. Blah). We chat briefly about what the heck to do for dinner, and it turns out he has already been grocery shopping today (20 points for Brian. I suggest you keep score). What can I say, he's a domestic god. So he goes outside and throws some sausages on the grill and I go into the kitchen to make sure we have hotdog buns. And what do I see when I enter Iron Chef stadium?? 

A bouquet of roses...on the stove. No, not in a vase. No, not strewn about in "come hither" fashion. Just straight up laying (lying?) across the stove top burners. My initial reaction was this: ummm he got me flowers in an attempt to sprinkle in some unsolicited romance, but he completely forgot he even bought the flowers and didn't even bother to give them to me. It was one of those thanks but "wtf" type moments. So I open the back door and ask him "Are those flowers for me?" (Duh.) His reply, "Yes, do you like them?" I tell him yes they are great, but did you forget to actually give them to me?

His response: "No, I thought it would be more romantic for you to stumble across them in the kitchen." I must say I was annoyed at first, but when I heard him say that, the gesture instantly became one of the most romantic things he has done in a while. Only Brian would find romance in a bouquet of bright orange roses delicately placed atop a stovetop burner. Yet another reason I love him so dearly..

The perfect piece of unsolicited romance to brighten up any Tuesday