Tuesday, December 27, 2011

We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy case of hand foot and mouth disease.

Nothing says "Christmas" like a good virus, especially one that comes with a fever and a full body rash... good times. This is what I get for NOT sending my children to day care or "pre-school" where this little strain runs rampant. Perhaps they picked it up at one of the nasty toll road rest stops where they were walking/crawling everywhere and had their little paws on everything as I attempting use the bathroom while transporting them a few hundred miles via mini van by myself... and maybe, just maybe I forgot to wash their hands (badmom?yes).

Anyways, this Christmas, instead of a visit from a fat old man who watches you all year round and then breaks into your house in the middle of the night, we were visited by hand foot and mouth disease and went ahead and infected (most likely) all 13 of the cousins present and probably the four coming in a  couple of days too. And they thought we didn't get them all presents!

Most of the children are reacting just fine to the little "disease" but not my eldest. She is a veritable basket case almost all day and is sleeping like a non-champ, with wake times ranging in the before-6 a.m. range some mornings. Luckily I have a saintly mother-in-law who takes her at a more reasonable hour (7 a.m) and lets me enjoy a few more hours of slumber, best ever.

But for real, I am done complaining and will now showcase some of the fun filled times. There was much castle fun and movie watching in honor of the birth of our Lord.

castle awesomeness

family awesomeness

you can't see naomi's little "oral lesion" but it is there in all its glory

a couch shot whilst view the Lion King the day after Christmas

This is minus any pics of my side of the family since the girls were at their worst on Christmas day, the day we were supposed to all spend over there- I am sure you'll be graced with plenty more after this coming weekend's madness (more of my siblings, more grandchildren, and more baptisms than you thought possible.)

And God bless us, every one!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Blogless, sleepless days

On Friday I drove here, to my home town with my girls by myself to begin our never-ending annual Griswold family Christmas vacation. Coming home to my sisters hanging out at my parent's house with all their little ones to distract mine, to Grandparents salivating at the chance to take my kids for any length of time and let me do *anything* I want, and to non-stop celebration over something, not sure what, is seriously fantastic and so much more exciting than the mundane daily grind of our little home.

But there is certainly something to be said for the normalcy of our little home that keeps certain things like my kid's bowel movements and sleep regular (sorry, that is sick). It doesn't help that all three of us have been in one room AND that (of course) within the first 2 days of being here, Bernadette spiked a fever for about 24 hours that made her completely miserable and kept her up for almost an entire night the night before last. Last night I caved and separated the girls and found another room to sleep in and all three of us snatched a good chunk of sleep: about 8 hours on my part, 12 on Naomi's and Bernadette is still sleeping going an a full 14 hours and counting. And even though I got good sleep last night, I am still definitely planning on throwing both girls at my hard-working husband as soon as he gets here to let me take a gratuitously long nap.

I don't actually know how sleep loss has anything to do with me not blogging, I think it may have a bit more to do with the craziness that is vacation, but I think if I would have tried to write something yesterday (going off of about 3 *interrupted* hours of sleep) there may have been inadvertent swear words inserted in various spots. A happy blogger is a better one. SO there is the sleep connection.

I probably won't be around much until the new year, but maybe I will grace you with some fun shots of me and the fam, I do love to brag about them publicly as much as possible.

Have a happy last week of Advent and Merry Christmas!!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Skinny Caramel Mocha Americano at home

I sometimes only think of coffee. I have a very nasty habit of "just stopping by starbucks" when we're out and just happening to spend nearly 5 big ones on some drink I probably could have concocted at home.
So knowing this, I often sit and think of how I can make something that I would want to but at the Bucks.
I came up with the "Super Skinny Mocha" not so super and not so skinny when you drink 3 in a day as I have been known to do.
And today I made a little spin off of that only in Americano form.
I like Americanos because there isn't any milk, like in a latte, sometimes milk and me don't get along and they are more mild than straight up coffee. SO here you go.

Skinny Caramel Mocha Americano:
What you'll need-ish:
Espresso coffee, french press (or even better, a real espresso machine!) cocoa and some kind of flavored creamer- this does not just have to be a caramel mocha, you could use any type of flavoring you want, or not even use flavoring and just stick with cocoa and some sugar/sweetener, and lastly some boiling water.
1) Put your scoops of espresso in the French press, for one cup I put 2 tablespoons
this is about how high I fill it
2) Once water is boiling pour into French press and let steep for 3 minutes.

3) Pour boiling water in your mug about 1/2 to 2/3 full, depending on how much espresso you want to put in.

4) Add cocoa powder- used 1 tablespoon, perfect

5) Once coffee has steeped, add it to cup leaving just enough room for cream.

6) Add your favorite flavored creamer, I used this *new* coffeemate one, Caramel Machiato- I am such a sucker when you it comes trying all of their creamers, especially the holiday ones.
Same trusty mug, the only big enough to please me
And there you have it, some tasty Americano action right at home.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Where is the maid?!?!?

I have heard fellow stay-at-home mom friends make jokes in passing (when referring to the not-so-clean state of their home) like "Sorry, the maid didn't show up" or "Where is the maid?!?! When is she getting here?". Today I decided that this should not be such a joke. It shouldn't be so preposterous to think that we SAHMS would hire someone to help us stay on top of our thousand household duties in order to stay on top of our (my) always shaky sanity.

I mean, we stay at home, right? Our homes are our jobs, right? Why hire someone to do our jobs for us? Isn't that just lazy? Well if staying at home, being a house wife and keeping things clean and tidy was all you had to do and you hired someone to come and do it, then yes, that would be lazy. I was a little unemployed house wife our first year of marriage- granted I was pregnant within days of being married- but none-the-less, keeping our house looking decent was no big thang.


You see, we are MOMS. We have children. Children who poop on the floor. Children who cry and cry and whine and cry allllllllllllllll day unless you hold them and when you set them down it starts all over again. Children who need to be played with, read to, tickled, chased around, watched at every second or they may set something on fire, break glass and cut themselves, drink bleach, run out of the house and get hit by a car, you name it. Children, who if we let them, could take up every single freaking bit of our thoughts, energy, emotions, of our whole life. They are enough work in themselves. Period. ONE child is enough work in his/her self. And then you have another, and another and another- it doesn't matter how many you have. Just that very first one was enough to take up all of your time.
Left-the pooper; Right- the whiner

So it is absolutely not a joke in my mind to think about having a maid. I want a maid. If we had enough money, I would hire one. Not a nanny- my kids are my kids, I bore them, I birthed them. I want to stay home with them and be present with them, they are my first priority. I would hire a maid to come and give me a hand for 1 hour a day with house work. No body wants to sit in a filthy house, especially not me. I need order, I crave it. I need some level of cleanliness. Order and cleanliness are good and they make me happy.

I genuinely believe that there is so much value in house work- eternal value and material value- but there is so darn much house work. There is enough to do in one room of my house to keep me busy for an hour maybe 2. Then you add the 7 other rooms and, I am sorry, it is not possible to stay on top of this by myself.
 laundry=the worst
So what do I do? I whine and complain and I do it anyways, but if I had a maid there would not be such an annoying amount of whining and complaining from me. And I am sure that my kids would be much, MUCH happier as I would probably be much, MUCH nicer to them instead of getting angry when they make it impossible for me to have some order and cleanliness in my day... In short, everyone should have a maid.

Sorry for whining,

Monday, December 12, 2011

Mondays and Buttermilk

Today has been a good Monday. On the scale of various Monday's in this house (1 being the worst 10 being the best) I give it a 6-good.
I am generally pining for a stiff drink by noon on Mondays but today I've been getting by just fine on my standard 5 cups or so of coffee.
post nap, re-using my Starbucks cup from a coffee my friend brought me earlier- making the experience last as long as possible, plus I think my current coffee soaked up some of the previous coffee flavor since I didn't rinse it out... gross

I think yesterday took the place of Monday. Mike is still on his end-of-the-semester work binge trying to complete an absurd amount of work in a tiny amount of time. Therefore Sunday, which is usually the pinical of our week, a day full of daddy-daughter time and mommy time-off, was just another typical poop-filled day (very litterally).

I did however get the remainder of my Christmas shopping done during a brief stint where Mike took over with one kid and I took the other one to the Mall with me- pushing a double stroller felt amazing. 
You know you're old when getting Christmas shopping done feels this good, when you're young you just sit and think about all of the shopping other people are doing for you... those were the days. For real.

Another positive of yesterday was this buttermilk coffee cake that I made, I was really hoping that I could find the recipe online so that I wouldn't have to type it out, but I was not so lucky, so my little fingers will slave away for your benefit- you better make it.
It was super moist and delicious- I would recommend making it for a larger group of people (or being really gluttonous) because it was best served that day- although I thoroughly enjoyed the leftovers for breakfast, lunch and second lunch today.

With out further ado, Betty Crocker's Buttermilk Coffee Cake:
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup butter
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg (I never use nutmeg- it makes me uncomfortable)
2 eggs, beaten
1 1/3 cups buttermilk or sour milk*
1/2 cup chopped pecans, walnuts, or almonds (I never use nuts either, they make me even more uncomfortable)

1) Preheat oven to 350. Grease bottom and sides of a 13x9 inch pan.
In a large bowl combine flour, brown sugar, and salt. Cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs; set aside 1/2 cup(this is important to do, I never cut butter in, I always melt in and mix because I am lazy- but it counts in this recipe)
Stir in baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, and nutmeg into remaining crumb mixture.

2) In a medium bowl combine eggs and buttermilk. Add egg mixture all at once to flour mixture, stirring just until moistened. Spoon batter into prepared pan. Stir together reserved crumb mixture and nut; sprinkle over batter.

3) Bake for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Serve warm.

*NOTE to make sour milk, for each 1 cup of sour milk needed, place 1 tablespoon lemon juice or vinegar in glass measuring cup. Add enough milk to make 1 cup total liquid; stir. Let milk mixture stand for 5 minutes.

For a buttermilk coffee cake ring (I did not do this, but maybe you prefer rings):
Prepare as above except grease and flour a 10-inch fluted tube pan and toast the nuts.** Spoon half of the batter into prepared pan. Combine reserved sup crumb mixture and the toasted nut; sprinkle over batter. Top with remaining batter. Bake for 40 to 50 minutes or until a wooden skewer inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool in pan on a wire rack, remove from pan, serve warm.

** NOTE to toast nut: spread pieces in a single layer in a shallow baking pan. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 5 to 10 minutes or until the pieces are golden brown, stirring once or twice.

That was a lot of typing, I hope you feel guilty if you don't make this- kidding, but really it would be worth it to try.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

And with that said...

I will post a new alteration. This is not the same thing as fashion blogging since it is a hobby that requires some (in my case v e r y little) talent and effort. Plus, let's be honest, I am no where near "fashionable" enough.

I bought several men's shirts from the ol' thrift store and have been working through them making them non-men's shirts. The last one was a little flannel number and this is more of a business casual number. 

I actually bought it hoping it would fit Mike, but it didn't, so now it fits me!

And after:
 not tucked.
I really got tired of fake smiling for pictures I was taking of myself, so I decided to go for a more "posed looking down" look, I like it I think.

Everything but the belt is thrifted. I think the whole outfit totals $13, not bad.

The pictures kind of stink- you can't even see the belt in the second one, oh well, you get the point.

Enjoy your last few hours of the weekend!!

Saturday, December 10, 2011


Well, I have officially exposed myself and my hidden guilty pleasure: fashion blogs.
I know how much you all care about every minute detail of my life, so I will go into as much detail as I can.

I mostly look at fashion blogs at the end of really, really bad days (or at least that was the case at some point). It is a great way to zone out and think about as little as possible. After a rough days of chasing children, cleaning vomit or disgusting soiled pants, holding down flailing limbs whilst wiping another human being's bottom, etc... (I will spare you all the other random probably gross elements of motherhood)- after long days like this I just want something to do that requires little to NO energy- like eating candy. Fashion blogging is candy for the eyes. It is like window shopping without the walking. Great. Right?

Except there are some problems associated with this guilty pleasure, or else it would not make me feel guilty.

Off the bat, know that I AM NOT saying that these things are problems for YOU, just me. If you can relate with the problems then yes, perhaps they are also problems for you. But you are probably just a more temperate, well balanced and better person than me. Seriously.

First problem with perusing fashion blogs: It keeps my mind focused on the more temporal aspects of this life. As a mother, I really need to try to focus on the eternal things otherwise all of those little, really gross and annoying things (listed above) start to seem extremely pointless and even crushing day, after day, after day, after day.....

Second problem: It makes me want to shop. This is a very serious financial issue. I can always tell when I have been looking at fashion blogs a lot because all of the sudden we will be making extra trips to target's sale racks, the mall (for the "play place") and local thrift stores, it is not good. We do not have money for me to be shopping ESPECIALLY for the sorts of things I am looking at on these  blogs. I consider a $20 blouse to be expensive, and that is chump change compared to the prices on so many of the pieces I so desire. They are beautiful and I am sure they are really well made, but Mike is in school and therefore the only shopping I am really supposed to be doing is thrift store shopping, and even that can get expensive.

It keeps me wanting needing more- I am never content because styles are always changing and if you want to keep up, you cannot be content. For instance for about 2 months I was on a mission to find a mustard sweater and it pretty much consumed my every thought for many, many hours of many, many days- it was a problem. Then I went on a mission to find red pants, I took many trips to several stores, spent many minutes hours online drooling over as many pictures of trendy reds as I could.
I start to be super ill contended with my own clothing. I think of the current trends that I have just discovered, I look at my closet and it just does not  measure up, I need more. This is a bit of a problem, I think.

Fourth and final (I am sure there are more, but I will only list three before you start falling asleep):
They pretty much all make me want to be skinny so that cute clothes look cuter on me. Comparing myself to other beautiful, slim women is a struggle and it makes that struggle just a liiittle bit harder if I am looking at picture after picture of beautiful slim women.

Knowing all of these problems, you would think I would cut out fashion blogging all together EXCEPT that, while I have pin pointed several negatives, I have not mentioned any positives. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look your best and put together- this is good. There is nothing wrong with even wanting to be stylish. There is even nothing wrong with shopping (in moderation) which is why I am trying to strike some sort of balance.

I really enjoy looking at blogs that are "in-betweenies"- where there is lots of other stuff, mommy related, home related, etc. mixed in with some fashion stuff. Grace's blog is a favorite, as well as Anna's.

Leave a comment with some good in-betweenies so that I can still look presentable without driving our family bankrupt or becoming a terrible person.

I hope I am not being preachy, I am really really trying not to be preachy.
Betty Draper signing off,

Thursday, December 8, 2011


Freckles in April OTI
Just a little link up using last night's alteration and my only actually "trendy" pants.

Scarf-thrifted; Pants- thrifted and altered; Boots- Target; Shirt- old Gap alteration. 

I have never "linked up". I kind of hope nobody looks at this.

Have great one! Ana

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Ski-son's Greetings

This evening finds me watching old Christmas episodes of the Office (how the heck can anyone actually attempt to compare the old and new?!?! I try not to even watch the new ones anymore on principal), also drinking some wine by myself (again), and eating multiple Reese's cups by myself (again), and probably addressing Christmas cards (patheticville) while Mike crams about a thousand pages of writing into the next 2 weeks.
Anywho, our day was super exciting here as the girls broke in their new (or not-so-new) toys as most of them were thrifted and here is a little picture story board of that:
She would not let me put any other piece of clothing on this morning but this dress. Ridiculous.

double snow whites!

can you see the excitement?

She was given a toy microwave and some princess sets. Naturally she has been cooking the princess people all day.

I went ahead and stayed on the alteration train today and fixed up this sweater- also an old Gap goodie- but the tightest turtle neck ever:
Paired with previously altered red Gap pants
Mike highlighted how awkward I look in every picture I take of myself- I explained it is because taking pictures of yourself is really awkward and makes me embarrassed. And indeed I look awkward and embarrassed- I will work on it.

Now it has become a very loose, perhaps too loose, boat neck, but better than cutting off my air supply:
Mike took this one, it is a slight improvement in the awkward picture department.

 So we got past mid week and are now that much closer to Christmas break and some seriously needed family time.


Christopher and Banks to infinity

I bought this lovely sweater at VDP (just my own little nickname for Vincent de Paul, you know) and thought maybe I could alter it to make it cute or something. I quickly realized that this would never happen and also noticed a few very large weird stains in weird places, which was very sad for me as this was my only piece of clothing from Christopher and Banks.  And on another seemingly unrelated note I have been drooling every time I look at almost any infinity scarf, it is just the fact that they have no end that I think is so appealing to me, but I couldn't justify buying one because I already have a few scarves. Finally it came to me that I could use little Christopher and Banks number to make my dreams come true for infinity.

Here she is:
I just laid it out and cut down the arms and across the back of the sweater and over to the other arm to get a very long piece of fabric.
Then I hemmed both sides of it and sewed the ends together.
My sewing machine was giving me some trouble and the fabric really wanted to bunch instead of moving through so if you look really closely, you almost most definitely tell it is homemade. But, it is an infinity scarf and it is from Christopher and Banks.

My outside pictures just looked weird and you couldn't even see the scarf, this way I could position it and see it AND eat my cereal! Happy day.

TGI hump day,

P.S. I have been meaning to give a big thanks and shout-out to Grace for inspiring me to sew my clothes, and for already being back at alterations with a teeny new baby, I could barely sew 2 sides of a small garment today with more reasonably aged children.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Saint Nicholas day

If you're in the market for a great way to hype your kids up right before bed and at the same time totally wear yourself out, look no further.
As I mentioned in my last post, we decided to begin what will likely be a new little tradition here at the Hahn house by celebrating the heck out of Saint Nicholas day and giving the kids all of their intended Christmas presents then since we will always be traveling on Christmas. So today began the new trad. However, we realized last night that we really had not built it up at all and Mike was going to pulling an all nighter finishing a paper. Soooo giving gifts first thing in the a.m. would not be ideal. Instead I just gave stockings in the morning with a tiny bit of candy and a few small gifts and then did the rest after evening Mass and dinner. This seemed like a good idea, and worked fine, but will never happen again until the children are old enough to drink in the evening with us.

They loved openning the gifts and it was a wonderful celebration, but there were quite a few little overly tired issues ending with them talking and crying forever in their room trying to settle. You live and you learn.

They day was great and filled with a lot of Saint Nicholas talk, asking his intercession and some fun Saint Nicholas crafts and baking, which I will definitely be incorporating in future years. I am all ears for other good ideas for this feast day.

The first little craft was an ornament that I pieced together from a set given to me by Mike's mom intended for pictures of the girls, but I modified it to work for Saint Nick:
image printed from some website
You can find these little ornament-making kits at the dollar store or dollar general, either way they're only a dollar.

My next venture was to make some special Saint Nicholas cut-out sugar cookies. I looked around to get some ideas and they mostly said to buy a cross cookie cutter or order a special cookie cutter of that saint. It was a bit too late for that so I sat and thought whilst inhaling several chunks of the already assembled dough.
I looove sugar cookie dough
Then I thought of this:
I DID have a ginger bread man and a Christmas tree. What good is that, you ask?

Simply slice off the top of the Christmas tree and there you have it: a little Miter for your bishop, Nicholas!
Add a red robe and a white beard and he is complete
I felt a weee bit guilty about biting his little head off but not guilty enough to keep me from eating half of them... they were really good.

The sugar cookie recipe that I used was pretty awesome as was the white icing recipe (if you use it you should definitely do half shortening half butter- it tastes way better, trust me).

Here are some pictures of the post dinner mayhem that ensued after Mike locked them in their room and forced PJs on them while I loaded up the gifts under the tree.

And then we tried to lay them down, GREAT idea. We have a lot to learn.

Have a blessed last few hours of Saint Nicholas day!!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Weekend update and a host of new favorite recipes

We have been pretty busy here with Mike's weekend birthday celebration and finishing up all of my shopping for the girls and Mike for Saint Nicholas day. We will be giving the girls their gifts from us tomorrow in honor of Saint Nicholas since we realize that we will most likely not be at our own home on Christmas morning for a very long time, or until we live in the same town as our families and then we can be at our home and theirs for Christmas.

Friday was packed full of seeing friends at a play group- which is a real rarity these days- and making this pretty fantastic broccoli tuna casserole (as far a tuna casseroles go) and which was great for sneaking extra vegis in for the kids, which we can always use (as the girls generally live on a hearty diet of cereal and cheese). Here's the recipe-

1 box of tri-color rotini noodles (cooked and drained)
6 ounces velveeta cheese
1 can cream of broccoli soup
2 cups cooked frozen or fresh broccoli
2 cans tuna
seasoned salt or salt and pepper to taste
a bit of shredded cheddar cheese to sprinkle on the top
Italian flavored bread crumbs
NOT my casserole, but you need a picture to inspire you

Mix first 5 ingredients together and then sprinkle with cheddar and bread crumbs. Pop in oven preheated to 350 for 20-25 minutes, take out, let cool and enjoy.

I threw a little birthday/Christmas party Saturday night and made a few recipes found on pinterest, or course and it was pretty amazing.

This cheesy bread pleased the crowd greatly:

Then there's the smores dip that was a definitely Ana pleaser. There is still a tablespoon or 2 left over in the fridge that I refuse to throw away and am waiting until the girls go down for a nap so that I can lick the container clean:
it most certainly was a decadent as it looks
 I made some double chocolate cookies for Mike because he wanted double chocolate cookies "just like the kind at kroger" and while I do not think they measured up to those, they were pretty great. And some deep dark chocolate cookies for a friend with an allergy to gluten since they are flourless and they were also incredible- especially right when you take them out of the oven, I would recommend eating as many as you can right away.

Sunday was spent making "German pancakes" for Mike (otherwise known as crepes), his favorite meal- sauerkraut and kielbasa with mashed potatoes, and baking him a double chocolate cake since there is NO WAY he got enough chocolate the day before. This is my favorite picture of the cake:
I saw that Naomi had an extra slice of cake on her plate after I had turned my back for a second and then I looked at the cake and realized she had hacked off her own piece- at least she is learning independence.

Licking the mixer thingies after making some homemade white icing.

So that was our weekend, much more exciting then normal and I am looking forward to some intense gift wrapping this evening in anticipation of a "very-princess Saint Nicholas day" tomorrow.

I hope that your weekend was lovely and that Monday is not punching you in the face, like it pretty much did to me today,


Sunday, December 4, 2011

Top ten reasons my husband is the best

Today we are celebrating Mike's 29th birthday- he is much older at heart. And in honor of him getting one year closer to the age he is meant to be (about 85-years-old), I am singling out the top ten reasons that he really is the best. Best husband, best father, best man, best all around person I know. I will try to prioritize (10 being the most important reason). And just as a warning, there will be more sap here than a giant Redwood.

1) He can fix anything, or if he cannot he will learn how and then do it.
Helping my dad build our swing set (he got lucky getting my dad's help, but he had all the materials ready to do it himself)

Framing our basement, he had never framed anything before.
 2)He knows everything. Ok not everything, but it almost never fails that if I have a question about something, he will know the answer and I am generally shocked if he doesn't.

3) He is funny. Very funny.
creepy mustache
4) He married me, meaning he has impeccable taste.

5)He drinks scotch, just plain, like an old man.
6)He makes me 5 minute chocolate cake.
5-minute Chocolate Cake
it is amazing
Our positive test from Naomi
 7) He loves babies. If it were only up to him, or if I were superwoman, we would be on kids 4 or 5 or something with some twins thrown in there. He is so open to life regardless of the challenges and is ready to make whatever sacrifices he has to in order to bring new life into the world, while being completely respectful of me being a wimpy overwhelmed woman. He's not putting the pressure on, he just loves babies and it is so sweet and wonderful.

8) He loves our girls and would spend all day with them if he could. He works in his office downstairs and he can barely go 2 full hours without coming upstairs just to give them (and me) a thousand kisses and tickle them and make them laugh. Sweetest ever. Now for a glut of pictures:

9) He is the most loving, supportive, caring, and giving husband. He would do anything for me and I would be like a lost little puppy dog without him.
10) He is the holiest person I know and his love for the Lord calls me on daily. Whether it is seeing him get his daily prayer in every morning or his initiating family prayer times, he is always calling me on to a deeper relationship with the Lord and there is nothing better or more important than that.

So there you have it, proof that he is the best. Happy birthday to the love of my life, Michael Scott (yes that is his first and middle name, also the best) I love you!!!!!!!!