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In the quiet round these here parts…
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Home, life is good, Life not defined by the cheese sandwhich, Parenting, Perfection on March 8, 2011

I continue to become larger and larger. Speaking of my expanding abdomen, Brian says, "It's like an Imperial Star Destroyer, you can't ignore it..."

Everything is perfect! Perfect I tell you! I kick my mommy ruthlessly, following in the footsteps of my big sister! Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a girl? And my name is Alice Elizabeth?
Note to self, girl’s got attitude. Also? Must find scanner, to scan in decent pictures of Alice’s cuteness. Also? Must buy new camera. Must. Cell phone camera not cutting it.
When the cat’s away the mice will play
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Home, Life on May 2, 2009
Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday. We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left. No celebrating for us. (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)
Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days. Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE. Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day. We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier. I am not a CPA. There are things she could do that I can’t. It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….
Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too. I guess we are well rested.
Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:
I love you, will you marry me? Will you buy a house with me? Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night. I love you, Brian.
Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes. You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”. I guess that’s really what he’s saying.
Emma misses him. She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home. And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days. She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.
I miss him too.
Brian says “Why are you always taking pictures woman?”
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, life is good, Love, Parenting, Uncategorized on April 29, 2009

“All we are doing is testing out a potential camping chair and snuggling and you are always taking pictures!”
Not really, he just looked it. He doesn’t like his picture taken.
The chair? Super comfortable- much easier to snuggle small child than in conventional camping chair…
Random Share
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Home, Life, life is good, Love, Parenting on March 27, 2009
The number of times in a year we buy “cereal” (as in sugar coated unhealthy deliciousness in a box ) is equal to about 2. Actually, I think it’s probably less than that because we’ve lived together for almost 2 years and the first time I ever actually bought any was about a month ago.
We watched Diners, Drive ins and Dives and they made Captain Crunch French Toast and Brian wanted it and I was going to make it. Except we ate it all. Before I made any french toast!
So cue to a week later- we are buying rice, Emma and I, and the rice is in the same isle as the cereal and Emma starts saying that her Daddy needs Captain Crunch and is in fact going to die if we don’t take him some home like RIGHT NOW. Because HER DADDY NEEDS IT! She said it so sweetly and dramatically that I agreed with her. (How was I to argue with death?)
(There was a guy about my age in the isle who said “If I could be assured that my kid would be as cute as that I’d think about having one. Cause she is cute!” Emma is a charmer, that is for SURE!).
SO anyway, it is Spring Break at Boise State so Brian has had some free time on his hands this week and he noticed that GOSH, we are really running low on edible things (Its tax season, I haven’t done a shop in weeks) and he was hungry so he went to Fred Meyer and brought home some Cocoa Krispies. And then I had a tiny bowl after dinner! Mmm. Dessert!
This morning I called him for a chat around 10 and I said “I sure am craving some more of those Cocoa Krispies, will you bring me some please? “
And he totally did.
And I guess the whole point of this story is that if you are going to love someone and have them love you it is a really good thing if he does nice things for you like make the messy bed over the top of you when you are tired at night and bring you cocoa krispies on a Friday.
Reason 7,124,678,655 why I love Brian
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Grace in small things, Home, Life, life is good, Love, Parenting, Perfection on February 3, 2009
I tell Emma it’s time to go, and she says “I can’t because I need to snuggle Daddy for just a couple more minutes!” and runs and jumps on the bed (he has a 10 AM class this morning, so is sleeping in late) and cuddles up to him. The look of contentment on her face is priceless. This is how things should be.
“You are the best daddy in all the world!” she says, and kisses his cheek. I take off my heels and climb in bed too and for five extra minutes we all snuggle and forget work and school.
Dear Emma
Posted by nothingwitty in Anger, Brian as Dad, Divorce Sucks, Emma, Family, Grace in small things, Home, Life, Love, Parenting on January 27, 2009
Ever since I knew I was pregnant with you- which would be approximately 6 years ago around about this time, my entire world has revolved around you. Protecting you, loving you. I’ve loved you since the first thought of you crossed my mind. You are by far the most perfect thing I’ve ever done.
You are five years old and as far as you know, for the most part, your world is perfect.
And I’m having a really hard time because I want your world to be perfect. I want you to always be safe and clean and well fed. I want only good people to be around you and kind people speaking to you.
Baby, I feel like I’ve failed you because today I made a deal with the devil to protect you.
When I left your biological father for a multitude of reasons and finally filed for divorce I was granted sole legal and physical custody of you. He was granted supervised visitation.
Your biological father, Jeff, hasn’t been a very nice person. He’s lied and stolen and done drugs. Lots of them. He’s driven drunk more times than I can count on all my fingers and toes. Unfortunately, he’s only been caught twice. And he’s only been caught once for the drugs. He’s left you alone several times, and alone with his home health clients (who were also not to be left alone). He’s taken you to a hot spring where naked men could expose themselves to you. I could go on and on about the ways he’s endangered you, neglected you. And when you are old enough I’ll tell you everything. The whole story. But right now I’m not allowed to. Ask one day you’ll ask and I’ll tell you the truth.
According to the “law of the land” he’s done his time and served his sentence. And for some reason that means his problems just go away. Because everyone knows that when you pass all the random drug tests and your probation officer is willing to testify on your behalf at a custody trial it means you are a good person. Even though this is the THIRD time he’s had to have a probation officer and he’s still ON probation. Apparently nothing else matters. And judges are not interested in hearing the truth, only a few facts- from a probation officer and a drug counselor- who have never seen him parent but for some reason bear more weight in court than 6 years of history.
So for that last 8 Months your Daddy (Brian) and I have been paying an attorney to help us fight for your safety. At first we were told the entire thing would be thrown out. And then one week from trial we were told the judge would most likely lift supervision. And give him a lot more time.
Baby girl, I honestly believe in my heart that he is not a good father. I believe you to be in danger when you are with him. The only redeeming part of his life right now is his girlfriend, who is pregnant. She is trapped the way I was trapped. She has only seen the good parts of him and she loves him. So really, at this time, there are three victims in this tragedy. Her, you and your unborn sibling. She will pay for not listening to the warnings, but unfortunately, you and your sibling will pay the greater price.
So I bought, with two signatures and a WHOLE lot of money today, time. I bought a few more supervised visits and a few less overnights. And if something happens, no overnights.
Please baby, know I did the best I could for you, that I cried when I signed those pieces of paper. Because I know, in my heart, that it won’t work, that I’ll just be back in court in a year’s time, or less. But Baby? The judge doesn’t care what is in my heart. So I did the best I could. And I’m so so sorry. I’m sorry I can’t protect you fully from someone you shouldn’t need protection from. I’m sorry.
Please know, there is something good from all this- You, Me and Your Daddy- and I mean Brian Daddy- have become so much closer through all of this. I have learned how to trust, and how to lean and how to share and I’m so much more complete because of this. And as Brian says- nothing in our house will change. You will have the same loving house you’ve always had- its just, now you’ll need it more. And at least we can do that much for you.
At this moment, I’m really not okay with this and while I’ve done the best I can I don’t feel like it is enough. I’m so sorry and please know I love you, and Daddy loves you, more than you can possibly imagine. And no matter what, we are here.
Easter and a cake and a whole lotta other shit rolled into one.
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Food, Home, Life, Random, The evil side of Ariel on April 25, 2008
So I was feeling domestic.
So I baked a cake. Wanna see a picture?
Its a carrot cake and it was pretty good. It had pineapple and coconut in it.
The link I got it from is HERE.
I think I need a better camera. Also? It would have been really pretty if I’d bothered to actually toast the coconut. I got tired.
So after I baked it, I took a picture of it. And I didn’t let Emma jump face first into it.
SHE WANTED TO!
So after I tortured my daughter my taking pictures I cut it open.
And it was lovely!
I even made Brian pose for a shot!
Yes, it also tasted delicious. But its HUGE! I’m thinking I’ll take some of it to work and have Brian’s brother in law come and get some too. Next time I think cupcakes would be better- I could freeze them.
And since I ACTUALLY took pictures of something…. Here are some Easter photos for you!
Emma was REALLY pissed that I made her wear bunny ears.
Yes. I get that look a lot. She’s very very good at it.
Here is one of her practicing it.
Anyway, back to Easter, there was this guy who cut in line in front of Emma and I for the balloon animal people. The people very nicely (I thought) asked Emma was she wanted first.
“A Pink Sword!”
And thats what she got.
The nice balloon people somewhat confusedly asked the guy who cut in front of us what he wanted (! hello? Kids function? Bit odd?)
“A little pink doggie!”
Now… I’m not saying he was a creepy pedophile type person? Maybe he had a kid there…? But?
HE WAS CREEPY!
Anyway, one more Easter picture because Emma’s little lips just looked so sweet in this one.
She got my sister Brekke’s lips. Lucky girl.
And hey, here’s a picture of me! Brian and I were going on a DATE! So I curled my hair. It didn’t quite work out but HEY? Who cares?
Brian liked this picture. And I consider any picture where I’m not blinking to be a huge success! (he took 6, and this was the only decent one)
A conversation
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian as Dad on March 28, 2008
Brian: “I’ve been eaten by a nargle before, it wasn’t pleasant.”
Emma: “Well stay away from them!”
- none of us know what nargles are but Luna Lovegood worries about them and so do we.
Emotional me
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Life, life is good, Love, Perfection on March 19, 2008
So I can cry at the drop of a hat.
Weddings, births, deaths, songs on the radio- hell, even commercials make me cry!
So I’m doing payroll for a company and in it is a note from a girl- written on the paper she has her social security card copied on.
It reads :
“Boss” I got my name changed because my wonderful stepdad adopted me. Will you please change it?”
And I cried when I read this because in this world there are wonderful men who take broken families and make them whole again.
And I have one of them.
unconventional methods of fatherhood
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian as Dad on February 22, 2008
Brian: “Do you know why boys get so tall?”
Emma shakes her head no.
Brian: ” So they can headbutt giraffes!”




