{this is the BEST way to describe him}

reasons why 

i'm the luckiest gal 

in the world:

1. for the first 7 years we were married he let me put my feet on his stomach when they were ICY cold to warm them up {one word: REXBURG}.

2. he does diapers and burping in the middle of the newborn night {always has, still does--he does get back to sleep duty with max. it's a gift. believe me.}

3. every day he calls me at some point just to see how i'm doing.

4. he let me talk him into have a 4th baby {i MAY have caught him in a moment of weakness, but he tells me now he's so glad i did! right sean?! RIGHT?!--no really though;)...he does!}

5. he is the BEST father.

6. he never has to worry about what he says or does because his integrity and character is just THAT strong.

7. in the dictionary {what are those???}, next to "hard working" there is a picture of him.

8. he gets along with everybody, and i mean EVERYBODY.

9. he is SO thoughtful and considerate AND LOYAL to me as his wife.

10. he loves his mother {which is what makes him such a good husband}.

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i could go on and on and on with a list of 100 things and STILL not be done 

with this amazing man of mine! HAPPY HAPPY TO MY ADORABLY HANDSOME 

{this is the BEST way to describe him} SEAN SEAN!!!

fuffer duffer fanfasfic

dear sean,

you are STILL my favorite 

most fun person i know.

i laugh so hard with you by my side.

especially when you have fake chest hair oozing out of the top of your shirt,

a cap on your head,

and a fancy cane in your hand.

also, when you installed 

the new faucet in the kitchen sink yesterday, 

i pretty much fell in love with you 

all over again 'cause wow,

i didn't even know how bad it was--thank you mother, my eyes have now been opened.

LIFE CHANGING!

i hofe you fill find me 

af fuffer duffer fanfasfic foo;)

love,

em

dear sean, there's 20 gallons of milk in our fridge.

dear sean,
do you remember last night when i told you that yesterday was the most perfect day? and how that is always the kiss of death? welp, this is one of those times when i am not happy to be right. max was up the entire night. first she came in at 1am asking for a "beenana and milk," then 2, then 3, and finally at 4 i just told her to come into our bed where she tossed and turned until 7 when brennan came in to get up for school. why did we let her give up her binky? can we give it back? how psychologically damaging and confusing would it be to give it back? just for a month until christmas. then she could leave it for santa!!! or we could let her keep it until she's 14! whichever, just as long as she goes back to sleeping. what do you think about my idea? brennan doesn't want to sleep in the same room with her anymore. now i know why. she is so loud all night long. she is not on my happy list. i sent her downstairs with brennan once the sun came up. she yelled and screamed at him. i gave her my phone so brennan could get dressed in peace. you won't believe this, but brennan got himself all dressed AND ate his entire breakfast before he turned on the tv. i was so proud of him. i tried to go back to bed for half an hour before we had to leave for school, but max came in screaming for her milk that got lost in her bed at 1am last night. i gave up on going back to sleep after the 3rd time she came upstairs to ask me something in a 10 minute period. then when we were trying to get out the door to get brennan to school she screamed and huffed and puffed about getting her jessie boots on and not being able to get the zipper zipped up on one boot. it was annoying. i had my coat, chase, and my purse in my hands, along with barney and a half empty bottle of milk. at which point i remembered that it was friday, and even though i had gone to the store and stocked up on milk yesterday i had forgotten to cancel the winder. good news for you though because now you have your workout drinks for the week, and i guess we won't have to go to the store for the milk on thanksgiving because we have about 20 gallons in our fridge right now. i hope that you are laughing because all of a sudden i am. max just went poo for the second time this morning and is screaming for me. it is 8:51am. i am ready for bed. i love you and miss you.
love, 
emily

P.S.

i bought bologna for the first time yesterday 

for the kids and made them sandwiches with lots of mayo.

i had to make myself one too because it looked so good.

it was almost as big of a hit as christmas morning.

i kid you not.

P.S.S. it snowed yesterday, and i listened to christmas music. it was wonderful.

ode to the PAPA's

SEAN

i love how you come home from work and drop everything to play with the kids.

i love how you play ball battle in the big room so i can make dinner in the kitchen without any helpers.

i love how you take the kids on daddy day trips.

i love how you teach brennan to work hard.

i love how you treat max like a princess.

i love how you hold chase while you grill so he doesn't cry while we get dinner ready.

i love how you wake up with the kids every morning so i can sleep a little bit longer.

i love how you treat me like a queen.

you are my numero uno baby daddy.

i love your most adorable smile and contagious laugh.

but most of all, i love your sweet kisses and your deepest of all deep big brown eyes.

especially when they're looking into mine.

i love you.

................

{9.6lb chase in my belly, delievered 6 hours later}

{my dad is funnier than yours. ok, it's not a competition, but really, he is.}

DAD

i love your rosy cheeks.

and silver hair.

and that you water ski on one ski.

and do more tricks on the wake board than i can.

even though you're not supposed to.

{sandie, i swear he doesn't do anything really naughty.}

i love it when you come stay at our house for ski trips.

the bed in our guest room is called "grandpa's bed." it's been dedicated. for realz.

you make the tastiest bacon brussel sprouts on the face of the planet.

and going out to eat a steak dinner is a let down after having your grilling delicacies on the weber.

you are the cutest grandpa.

i'm so lucky that you are my dad.

i love you.

......

great men are hard to come by,

and i feel honored to have come by these guys.

{man breakfast father's day menu: bacon, salsa eggs, homemade hash browns, strawberries,
apple juice, and freshly picked roses the my bushes out my back kitchen door.}

is this what your father's day morning looked like?
yeah, us too:)

HAPPY HAPPY FATHER'S DAY 

to you and your dads:)

spanish speaking hottie

dear sean a.k.a. "spanish speaking hottie,"
i love listening to you speak spanish. it's dang hot. like walk on top of hot coals kind of hot. i love seeing you speak to president and hermana alonso. it's so cute. i love that you served a faithful mission. the fact that it was in TJ is a cherry on top. what were the chances? i love that other elders from your mission talk about you...in good ways;-)...like some kind of legacy. did i mention i think you're aMAZing? well, i do. i fall more and more in love with you every day. AND would you look at our son? he's just exhausted. even after a 3 1/2 hr nap (thank you "napping gods"). he was still toasted by the end of the night, but to see hermana alonso gush brennan's cheeks made it all worth it. to hear president speak...and sweet hermana just makes you feel warm inside. to feel so good that i can't believe i didn't have a stronger testimony before hearing them speak b/c they just make you want to be THAT much better. i'm amazed every time. when i look over, i see you with light in your eyes, and i think, "no way, how did i score him?" you made dreams come true that i didn't even know i had. i love you.
emily