Life is Beautiful

Motherhood, Sewing, Family

I can’t believe I’m pregnant…AGAIN!!! Child #2…

~ Etc.

Relax, relax, I’m NOT pregnant. That’s just what Jay wrote on my Facebook status on April Fools. Even though he changed the status at 10 p.m and it was left only until the next morning, I had tons of calls, texts, and wall posts on my Facebook. While some people did not fall for it at all, some were a little doubtful as they asked, “Are you serious? Or is this a April Fool’s joke…?” Some people freaked out and was utterly in shock and dismay like Janie, our dear friend who texted 3 times back to back saying, “What? I can’t believe it, I mean I can believe it but wow, this is crazy…” or another dear friend Amanda who texted me and even before I had the time to reply back, she called 2 seconds later because the anxiety was just too much to wait. Some people who were gullible enough totally fell for it and said things like, “Congratulations! Bringing more cuties into the world!”. “Wow! Congrats, Sarah!”, and our favorite, “AGAIN??? You have too much free time hahaha.” Happy April Fools!

I’m so proud of my Boo~

~ Etc.

So many of you probably know that we spent Adi’s College Fund on a nice Canon camera accompanied with super human power lenses. I by no means could even be considered an amatur photographer but thoroughly enjoyed being a journalist for my high school newspaper and took many pictures for the newspaper and also for a photography class. Since my high school days of 35mm film, they have come a L O N G way. It’s amazing that now-a-days, you have this little memory card that can hold literally over a thousand photographs that you can see instantly. I do think that photography runs through my blood though, my Grandpa had a deep passion for photography and took hundreds of thousands of amazing pictures. They say that pictures are worth a thousand words and that as time goes on and you get older, all you have left is pictures to rekindle those great memories and feelings. Sarah LOVES and when I say LOVES, she LLOOVVEESS taking photo’s, looking at photo’s and her favorite…being in photo’s 😛
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I wanted her to understand photography more and be able to teach me a trick or two. We signed her up for a photography class and here are some samples of her beginning works with our very own baby model. I already see a HUGE difference in her picture quality and composition and I am the first to say I am SO proud of her and hope I can support her in her new found love for photography! It’s funny because before, she’d ask me questions about how to use the camera but now I find myself asking her questions about the camera! I’m so happy that she’s found something that she enjoys and even tho sometimes, I’m not the best sport about taking pictures, I know that every time I look at all of her great pics that she takes, I have to smile and be happy with our investment. Besides chuckling every time I get to see my little petite wife try to hold this brick of a camera up for a prolonged period of time (it’s about 2lbs and she’s about 2lbs x 50lbs hahaha), if photo’s make my wife happy, then happy wife equals happy life!





What’s a Dad for Dad?

~ Etc.

One day I walked into our house in Laie, only to here this punk/ska music blasting out loud. I thought I’d see my little brother Josh or maybe my sister Kat listening to it, but instead, to my dismay I walked in and saw my dad sitting in the dining room, sitting at the computer, listening to this song:

“Life of a Salesman”
by: Yellowcard
What’s a dad for dad?
Tell me why I’m here dad
Whisper in my ear that I’m growing up to be a better man, dad
Everything is fine dad
Proud that you are mine dad
Cause I know I’m growing up to be a better man
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
What’s a dad for dad?
Taught me how to stand, dad
Took me by the hand and you showed me how to be a bigger man, dad
Listen when you talk, dad
Follow where you walk, dad
And you know that I will always do the best I can
I can
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
The same as you
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
When I am a dad, dad
I’m gonna be a good dad
Did the best you could, dad
Always understood, dad
Tell me I was right, dad
Opened up my eyes, dad
Proud to call you my, dad
Thank you for my life dad

I had to sit back and crack up cause if anyone knows the tall gentle giant… aka my dad, then you know this is TOTALLY not his genre of musical appreciation. But as I listened to the lyrics over and over again (Sarah ALWAYS makes fun of me cause I listen to lyrics more than the beat where-as she listens to the beat rather than the lyrics. Don’t get me wrong, I need a beat to drop it like its hot, but I’m all about good lyrics accompanying a good beat, and not the other way around!) Anyways- as I was saying, as I listened to the lyrics over and over again I fell in love with this song, word for word, line by line, verse after verse-it was everything I felt about my dad!
We’ve been in the process of buying a house and whomever has already gone through this process and signed their life away-I envy you. It’s funny how I consult about everything with my dad, it’s almost like before I do something, I like to get his final stamp of approval. I’ve been calling him non-stop to ask about this and that with the house and it’s such a comfort to know that I got him to help me make a lot of these difficult choices. How much should I offer? How do I do a home inspection? Do you think this will be a problem? Can I renovate this? Should I replace the carpet myself? How much will renovations cost? But I guess what’s a dad for dad eh?
I don’t know any guy that I can call up if my garbage disposal is broken and he can tell me to use an allen wrench, turn it 90 degrees clockwise, underneath the disposal unit and I should hear a click. I do exactly as he says and the disposal suddenly works… You name it, he can fix it! I call him to ask him about cars, taxes, work, church, etc… I’m so glad that I can talk to my dad and ask him anything and he ALWAYS has an answer.
I hope that as Adi grows up, she’ll put me in as high regards as I put my father. I hope that she’ll be able to call me up and I’ll be able to help her as much as my dad’s helped me. I love waking up in the morning and walking into Adi’s room as she lays there with her blankets kicked off, feet stretched high in the air, fist in mouth, and she takes her fist out when she sees me and just SMILES the biggest smile ever! I hope that she’ll always come to me like I go to my dad.
I think the only thing I don’t ask my dad’s advice about is arm wrestling and wrestling tips cause well…isn’t it obvious? (If you don’t know, my dad, brothers, and I are very very competitive!)

An Eventful Saturday

~ Etc.

Saturday was a busy but a fun day for us. A couple friends and I threw a bridal shower for my cousin Ginny who will be married in about a month, while Jay went to our new house to do a home inspection. Then we went to Ikea to get some ideas since we’ll be renovating like crazy once we move. Jay is such a handy-man and he knows a ton about construction(him and his dad built their 3 homes in HI), so he’ll be doing the renovations himself with his helper(me) on the side. Then thanks to Charlene and Cody, we were able to go to the Jazz game which was a first time for the both of us. Oh and Adi’s first time too of course.