Thursday, May 21, 2009

Our New Home

This is the place. Kiana's room.

Dougy Doug's room. (He is working through some asthma problems right now; bless his heart).

The master bath (cubby hole)
The Guest bath.
Our front room. So empty.

The kitchen is joined by a small family room.
This window looks out onto our backyard and the glorious mountains.
Our new couches and rug.
The breakfast area.
The biggest storage room in the world. No excuse for pitiful food storage anymore.
Our Media Room. (AKA "The Lair")
We love this house so much. We wanted an older home in newer home condition and we found it. It has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a white kitchen, a gigantic backyard and a "lair." We have been having so much fun decorating and gardening and feel truly blessed to be in our own home... finally!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Having Surgery is Never Fun

... but this part is alright.
Thanks Mom, Dad, and Ryan!

Divorce Beach

The most famous spot in Cabo San Lucas is called Lover’s Beach. It is a narrow peninsula, one side facing the Sea of Cortez and the other tracing the Pacific Ocean. Tour guides joke that the Pacific side is called “Divorce Beach” because, while the Cortez side is swimmable, the Pacific’s swift under tow would drown even Michael Phelps—giving the swimmer's spouse an instant divorce.

Ryan and I kayaked to Lover’s beach. We strolled along the coast line on the Cortez side and walked to the other side to get a peak at the Pacific Ocean. It was beautiful—large crashing waves, masculine rocks, steel blue water, but most notably, skull and cross bone signs everywhere warning against swimming.

Nicknamed the “safety patrol’ by my teasing husband, I didn’t so much as dip my toe into the Pacific ocean. Ryan, on the other hand, decided to walk the coastline as the water crashed over his feet. I screamed for him to stop. I begged him to get away from the water. But he didn’t listen. Instead he turned and smiled at me—rubbing his rebellion in my face.

Then the tide came in strong. It knocked Ryan off his feet. I watched in horror as the water pulled Ryan into the ocean. For a brief second, I thought I’d have to return to the U.S. without my husband. Truly.

But Ryan was able to push himself out of his watery grave and scamper up and away from the next wave.

I was furious with him for not listening to me. I was furious that he scared me so bad. I was furious at him for almost making me a widow. I was so mad at him that I literally could not control my next impulse.

I ran up to him and hit him as hard as I could.

“Why did you do that!” I screamed and started bawling. I marched away from him a found a sandy mound to sit on and pout. At first I just felt angry. How selfish of him to put his life in danger like that. How dare he? I wiped the tears out of my eyes, but more came. I cried for over ten minutes, fully expecting Ryan to come over and apologize to me.

But he didn’t. And then I realized that he was really mad at me. Because I had hit him. Hard. And I’d never hit my husband before.

So I felt sheepish and foolish, knowing that I was probably the one who needed to apologize. But I still felt a little entitled to my anger. So I just sat there and continued pouting.

But Ryan still never came—which is unusual for him. He is always the first to try and make amends. Boy, he must be mad. I guess I’d have to be the one to say sorry.

I stood up and brush the sand off of my bikini bottoms. I wandered around the beach until I spotted Ryan on the “lover’s” side. I walked toward him, my head looking at the sand (and had I had pockets, my hands would’ve been jammed deep inside). I looked up and our eyes met.

“I am sorry I hit you.” I said.

We hugged. Ryan opened my hand and placed a scoop of seashells in my palms. The whole time I’d been sulking and mad, he’d spent scouring the beach for a peace offering. It was cute. It was JUST LIKE HIM to do something nice for the wife who just tried to beat him up.

“Are you sorry, too?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Did it hurt when I hit you?”

“Yes,” he said.

“How bad?” I asked hopefully.

“Real bad,” he smiled and I could tell he was humoring me.

“Good,” I said and we walked hand in hand to our kayak.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Cabo San Lucas

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Up and Running

The Lee Family Blog is a go. I sent invites to everyone who asked and a few people on my hotmail list. If for some reason you didn't get an invite, and/or still want one, just send me a note and I'll add you on. Thanks friends!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Going Private?

Heck No! Not this blog. Not ever.

Here's why:

If you have gone private, no matter how much I love you, I only check your blog once and a while. Blogger doesn't tell me when you've written something new, so I JUST DON'T REMEMBER to stop in. I don't want to discourage you from visiting my blog.

I like it when strangers read my blog. It makes me feel famous.

The word "private" makes me feel silly.


I understand the need to protect your kids. No one knows better about protecting her cubs than the mama bear herself.


Sometimes I want to write journal-like blogs, but don't want to flavor this blog as a "journal-like" blog.


In addition to MY blog (a not-at-all private blog) I will be starting a Lee Family Blog and it WILL be private. It'll be lots of pictures of my little cubs (even ones where they are in the tub) and updates and all sorts of Lee stuff that you may or may not find interesting. You are invited in on the fun, if you like. Send me your email address and I'll hook you up.

P.S. My little kiddos might make an occasional appearance on this blog... but probably not pictures of them in the tub.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dream Walls

These pictures make me happy. One day I'll have them on my wall.