Sunday, October 25, 2009

Go Yankees!

In honor of the Yankees winning the pennant about 15 minutes ago, here's one of my favorite pics from Yankee Stadium last year (Rex and Danielle must have left their Yankees gear at home, please forgive them).

uh oh...

So Erin and I went to her first doctor's appt, and we are happy to announce that we are growing a happy, healthy, twitching alien! However, we're not so thrilled to share with the entire world that he/she looks like Conan O'Brien. See for yourself.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I know, I know...for all of our many readers (you three know who you are!) who demand pictures I say: What do you want a picture of!? I guess I could try to throw in a picture of Kyle refinishing our hardwood floors but the expletives are flowing out of my wonderful husband's mouth at a rate inconsistent with our beliefs that I fear a camera flash might induce a full-on temper tantrum. Or perhaps you want a queasy picture of myself, green at the gills, glaring in my typical WTH-do-you-want manner. No. Thank. You. So, suffice to say, until I find a picture worthy to post, you will have to read. It will not hurt you.

Ok, onto the real purpose of this post: Time Out. (I personally like to use the hand signal used by referees when I say this)

Number 1: Since when does kyle like blogs?! Just last week, as I finished my rounds of delightful blog reading, he went on a tirade about how much he dislikes blogs and facebook and everything our society thrives on, blah, blah, blah! And then I find out I'm pregnant: WHAM! He is an official blogger. And is offering bribes (new computer?!) for me to become a blogger also. Weird. I will never understand his brain.

Number 2: Remember how ever since I got married (a whole 9 months ago) I would go on and on about how much I want a baby and how much I wish I was pregnant. I'm sure many of you got sick of hearing it, cause I know my husband did. And now that I actually am pregnant, I desperately wish I was not and my husband is waaaay more thrilled than I am (this may be partially due to the fact I feel terrible and he does not). It's all quite unfortunate because this isn't something that I really have a say in. Soooo I guess I am allowing all of you to point and laugh at the irony of the situation....But maybe not until I'm done with all this first trimester garbage, cause you might make me cry. :(

That's for now...until next time!
Love, Erin

Sunday, September 13, 2009

TAX breaks 101

tax break #1

Get married. I discovered filing jointly garners a larger return. Who knew...

tax break #2

Buy a house. As much as compound interest sucks, and seeing the amortization schedule of our house payments over the next 30 years and realizing that our home is actually costing us an exorbitant amount more than sticker price, the concept of 'tax deductible mortgage interest' is but small consolation.

tax break #3

We're only 34 weeks and 3 days away from this one (according to my iPhone pregnancy tracker). If its a boy, i like Simon, but Erin likes Theodore. Theodore?! I refuse to give my son a name that invariably turns out shortened, revised, and changed to 'TED'. No way.

the not so immaculate conception

sometime in the middle of august, erin's birth control decided to stop its primary job of 'controlling'. about 4 weeks later, she woke me up at 6:30 in the morning with her signature mischievous grin saying she had something to tell me. three days after that brings us to today, with the only proof of the news lingering on the bathroom counter still displaying not one but TWO pink lines, resting contentedly on a folded paper towel. gross. n-e-ways, needless to say, erin got her most coveted wish and she is officially prego. we made a baby!