You may be thinking.."What is he doing?" Well. In this picture, Michael is doing what he loathes the most: picking up dog poop. "Why?" You may ask. Long story short...I strained my back a few weeks back and he didn't want me to do it. So, he's in MY backyard picking up poop. Wiley is basically half his, BUT STILL. When I'm at my Mom's house and she tries to persuade me to pick up Suzy's poop, I say without hesitation.."She's your dog." Yeah, I'm a punk. If Mike were to be cursed, I'm pretty sure the worst possible punishment would be for him to pick up dog poop for eternity. He hates it mainly because it kicks up his gag reflex. I know I gush about him a lot and about the things he does for me..but seriously, he's great.
This is what we call, the cutest Isabella moment ever...well, so far. She snuck away to the entry way and proceeded to put on my Ugg boots and parade around in them. It was AWESOME.
She also found Mike's sandals. She even knew to put her little toes around the thong part. Oh man, priceless. She's also wearing the very expensive necklace Mike made her. This all happened after her other Birthday party guests left. Footloose and fancy free!
In other news, my sore throat sucks.
My family is coming for Thanksgiving and I can't wait!!
I'm currently trying to think of ways to make my house appear to be clean and mice-free...hot, I know.
And on Wednesday nights I've been volunteering at church, being a leader for the kindergartners. I thought it would be a good way to balance out the many hours I spend with teenagers..sometimes very cranky teenagers. The kindergartners are wonderful and lovey, but wouldn't you know, I got placed in the "behavior management" classroom. Ha, how ironic. Anywhoo, I'm enjoying singing songs about Jesus complete with hand gestures and a big goofy grin.
He also had a Pumpkin Spice Latte waiting for me in the car AND a present!
And THEN, when we got back to my house, he proceeded to make me dinner. I am one lucky girl!
Besides these two, of course:
