Let him eat cake!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOMINICK!!!

After weeks and weeks of telling people I have a 3 year old (kinda) I finally do (kinda). A week ago today, on July 29th, we celebrated Dominick's 3rd birthday. We grilled hamburgers, hung out, and best of all, ate cake... or rather watched the cake eat Dominick...


It started out simple enough, putting cake in Dominick's hands and watching it go in his mouth.

He seemed to think it was some sort of play dough because he lost interest in putting it in his mouth and preferred to put it a variety of other places starting with his face...

Then his hair a little bit...

More in his hair, and a little on Uncle Randy's face...

And with a little help from Lexi he got REALLY into it!

He pulled out all the stops...

Paused just long enough for a picture with me...

And continued on to the rest of his body! Haha, this is a picture of the aftermath. He was eventually stripped of all of his clothing and placed directly in a bathtub to soak! Thank goodness cleaning up that mess was NOT in my job description!

A husband something or other

My old roommate, Sarah, recently got married (congrats to sawah!) and recently got a blog. As I was stalking her on blogspot (right after I finished stalking her on facebook, my preferred method of stalking) I realized that she "tagged" me for this husband survey of some sort. Anyways, in my attempt to become a blogger, I figured I'd give it a shot...

• What is his name? Christopher Scott Hillier
  
• How long have you been married? 1 year and 3 months
  
• How long did you date? About a year before we got engaged and then another 4.5 months
  
• How old is he? 24
  
• Who eats more? Probably me. He has the ability to eat a ton, but normally doesn't. And I probably eat more just because I have to eat every hour or two or else I get too hungry.
  
• Who said "I love you" first? He did. Almost exactly two years ago.
  
• Who is taller? Christopher, but only by a couple of inches.
  
• Who sings better? Christopher. He's always singing crazy songs.
  
• Who is smarter? DEFINITELY Christopher. He got accepted to Stanford for business school for goodness sakes!
  
• Whose temper is worse? Mine. Chris has a lot of self control. You have to if you're gonna be around me all day.
  
• Who does the laundry? Me. Neither of us trust Chris to wash my clothes.
  
• Who does the dishes? Whoever has the less demanding schedule at the time. This summer, it's me.
  
• Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Well, ever since we got married it was always me who slept on the right side and after a week or two in our new apartment here in PA, Chris started stealing the right side of the bed while I was still brushing my teeth. He was very persistent and after a week and a half of that I finally gave up. In short, the answer is Chris. Don't worry, I'm only a little bitter about it.
  
• Who pays the bills? Chris. I don't trust myself, I'm too forgetful.
  
• Who mows the lawn? When we had a lawn, I did because I LOVE mowing lawns. But now that we live in an apartment, the grounds crew takes care of all of that.
  
• Who cooks dinner? I wouldn't really call it dinner so much as just random items of food. I have no idea what we eat but goodness knows I don't cook anything unless I'm in the mood to play house, which happens rarely.
  
• Who drives when you are together? Christopher. I'm a little ADD and don't feel comfortable driving when there's anyone else in the car. And I hate driving. That's why Chris drove the entire way out here from Utah.
  
• Who is more stubborn? I don't think either of us really are.
  
• Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Me. Chris is almost never wrong. And when he is, he doesn't know it. I'm wrong very often and am very used to this idea of being wrong and then admitting it and then apologizing. I'm very good at it.
  
• Whose parents do you see the most? Chris's. With the exception of this summer, Chris's parents are always much closer.
  
• Who proposed? My sweet lil Christopher.
  
• Who has more friends? Chris. Definitely definitely Chris.
  
• Who has more siblings? Chris. He has one sister and four brothers. I have one brother and two sisters.
• Who wears the pants in the family? Chris. He takes care of me.

I just HAD to put this picture up. It makes me laugh every time...

ps- I know I'm probably supposed to tag people but I really don't know of anyone that actually reads this, so if you're out there just tag yourselves!

Going "home" to Atlanta

All in all, Atlanta was TONS of fun. The whole reason for my trip was to go to the beach in North Carolina but I missed everyone in Atlanta so much that I had to tack on a couple days days to my trip so I could spend some time at home.

The first night I got back Lisa (her knee is pictured in the left corner), Rebekah, Rachel, my brother Walter, and his girlfriend Lauren came over for games and fun. Here we're playing scategories which was absolutely hilarious. Even though Rachel totally missed the mark on when Wendy's was founded, she still pulled of the win!

Even though we stayed up late playing games the night before, I made Rach wake up before 6:30 am Sunday morning to go to the soup kitchen with me. She was a little reluctant to get out of bed and definitely regretting that she chose to spend the night at my house!

Us girls had a photo shoot with Walter after church on sunday and it turned out some hilarious and ugly pictures that I will not post here. We're not sure why Rebekah looks so weird but we voted Belen "most fierce."

And here is our take at a normal picture. L to R: Rebekah, Lauren, Belen, me, and Rachel

This is a picture of my longtime friend Valentine. She moved to Atlanta from France in the middle of 3rd grade and had no friends and didn't know a single bit of English. I thought she looked nice and so I went home and had my dad (who went to France and Belgium on his mission) help me write down a few things in French. I remember I told her that I had a brown dog named Sandy and I asked her when her birthday was. She was thrilled to have a classmate that she could semi talk to and we became fast friends. Sadly, I switched to a private school next year and didn't see her much after that, but now we keep in touch on facebook and we were able to get ice cream together and catch up. Crazy how that all played out!

During my days in Atlanta I came to the harsh realization that even though Atlanta will always be my home in the sense that I lived there for the first 18 years of my life, it's really only just that. When I say harsh realization, I mean it. I got out of my neighborhood and didn't know how to get to the nearest Target. I got confused when I was buying my breeze ticket on marta. I had to ask my mom for directions to get to places within ten minutes of my home. I still love Atlanta like crazy but when I'm there I just feel like a visitor. When I'm not there, I call it home but really, my home is just wherever my Christopher is. And boy, does it sure feel good to be home!