Juli & Co.

That would be four fingers (total) we are holding up...not the peace sign. Just felt the need to clarify. Not that we are against peace or anything. :)

So we celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary on the seventeenth with a great night out and a fabulous dinner at The Palm. Thanks again, Erin, for the suggestion. It the perfect spot to celebrate and the food was wonderful!

In lieu of the typical mushy "anniversary post" about how fab my husband and our life together is (again, not sayin' that it isn't but...), I thought I would write Nick a poem. This may or may not rhyme. I have entitled it "Nicky-Poo" for obvious reasons.

Eh hem...

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, how I love you.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, I hope you don't get the flu.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, you are my best friend.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, you have a nice rear end.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, thanks for loving me.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, and for getting down on one knee.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, 'cause I would really be up a creek,
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, if you had thought I was a geek.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, I'm not really a poet,
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, but I love you and what you to know it.

My new baby niece was born last week, so we got to spend the labor day weekend snuggling and loving on her and all of her sweet little chwubby-ness. Apparently, big cheeks run in the fam. Remember this picture of Olivia?

This picture makes me laugh. Strange? Yes. But do you see how happy she is? And to think all it took was a few diapers strapped around her knees and elbows, ninja turtle style. Then we pretended that Sissy was a "diaper monster" and let her chase us around.



And if you are wondering if this was my idea...ummm, no. Lukey gets all the credit. Genius, I tell you, that kid is a genius. See him practicing his kung-fu moves in the background. He's cool like that.