The newest addition to the Jensen household...

You may not have known we were even expecting! But, yes, this is my new baby!

Larry is always looking out for a good deal on my dream car and yesterday he hit the jack pot! I threw caution to the wind and said he should check it out after I received the email about it. That was all he needed. Then, when we were out shopping for Sydney's new CTR ring and bible, I thought, "Hey, we're in the car, we're out, why not?" We called the people and drove out to Port Orchard. Yes, it needs some work, some TLC if you will. But I love it. I LOVE IT! She looked so cute on the drive home. (I had Larry drive her home because I was a little nervous to get on the freeway in this 4-speed relic!) He was flooring it and still crawling up all the hills. But we finally made it. He even drove the whole way with the top down. Doesn't she look good in my driveway? Granted, she did smoke for quite some time after she got home, but I'm sure a good tune-up will fix her right up.

So I haven't thought of a name yet. I am taking suggestions if you have any. She's a 1978 Volkswagen Super Beetle. Her name must say it all, yet be simple and sweet at the same time. Think hard folks. She's going to be around for a long time and every baby deserves a good name!

Happy Father's Day!

I've gotta say, Larry is one of my most favorite people in the world. There is no one I would rather hang out with or talk to or see at the end of the day. I am a pretty lucky lady, if I do say so myself. I couldn't let this holiday go without a little gushing. I realize I've been severely blog-negligent; perhaps I will continue to be throughout this summer- no promises here. But I've got one amazing guy who adores his children more than any basketball game and that makes me happy. This is true in spite of a giftless Father's Day weekend. Now that is not counting the very cool light up yo-yo from sweet Sydney and all the hand-made cards at breakfast and the big breakfast itself (I can count that, right?). The plan was to surprise him with a new flag and solar spotlight for said flag. Didn't happen. I'm so sorry, honey, I just plain ran out of time. So much for being prepared. Does the fact that I had "chosen" a gift count for anything? I will try to make it up to him. I promise.

But... he informed us last night while helping with dinner, taking out the garbage, cleaning up a spill, doing dishes, taking care of the dog (among other things that we all should have done while he sat with his feet up), that next year he is going to cook breakfast on Father's Day. Crazy, I know. He says the best gift would be for him to make the big breakfast; that he loves to be with his family, helping.

So, does that make me look like a selfish Mother's-Day-lounge-around-watch-tv-with-no-interruptions-breakfast-when-I-come-down-after-sleeping-in kind of Mom? He says no and I guess by next May I will have gotten over any and all guilt. But, again, I feel very lucky to have found the man of my dreams/the love of my life/the most incredible Dad to my kids over and over again.

Love you, Larry! Happy Father's Day!