I love the weekend.

Because Mr. Dunbar is home. (Which is where I love him to be.) Why is the work week five days long?  I wish it was shorter. Anyhow…

This past weekend he took Monkey to his annual Pancake Breakfast/ Daddy Date Day.

The Bogster ran inside and got his shoes because he wanted to go too. Poor thing. This guy was just inside chilling.        The boys have taken to sitting on the floor just so they can sit right next to their baby brother.

I like the baby in this picture. See his hand?

This is how we normally look, him passed out on me. It seems to be where he is most comfortable. Part of me wants to take him out of this stage and make him sleep in his own bed and part of me wants him to stay this way forever. Especially since the Dunbar Shop has been shut down and this is foresure the last little one.

I have the sweetest friends who bring me gorgeous flowers.

And the best gifts ever!

Well that’s all I’ve got for now.

~mrs. dunbar

We beat the odds, again

Well, I’m sure everyone has noticed that Bogie doesn’t have any front (bottom) teeth. He was born with them, yup, came out of the womb with two teeth. Those teeth were shortly thereafter pulled because they weren’t secure in his tooth-bed. And giant spaces are present until adult teeth come in at about 5 or 6 years of age.

The top tooth he lost nearly a year ago due to a counter accident.

Well would you believe that this little one was born with two teeth as well?

This time though, the gums were stretched over the teeth, you can barely seem them in the photo below.

So of course even before we left the hospital I was texting Dr. Crystal and the very next day after we were discharged we trekked down to see her.

Isn’t she beautiful? (She’s also very tall and wiggin smart.)

 

These photos were taken once the teeth had broken through the gums. Let me just say it hurt like nobody’s business to try and feed this little guy. It actually got so bad that we had to feed him on a syringe for two days. Once that happened and as the teeth became loose we decided they needed to come out.

So he still screams, only now he is toothless.

And we continue the newborn saga of no sleep and constant poop.

Hopefully the screaming will start to diminish, sleep will improve, and I can get some “sleepy newborn photos.”

~mrs. dunbar

Too tired for words,

No time to chat, but here are a few pictures of the past week.   

and the introductions…

 

~mrs.dunbar

Introducing

Hunter Cole Dunbar

February 22, 2011,

9:52pm

8 Pounds, 21 Inches

Details soon.

We’re in love.

~mrs. dunbar

A Belated Valentine Dinner

Let me start at the beginning.

This was the 8th Valentine Dinner that we have spent together.

The 8th time our friends, the Jansen’s, have opened up their home, turned it into a 5-star restaurant and made us all feel like a million bucks.

The 8th year that Mr. Dunbar and I have celebrated Valentines Day as a married couple.

The very first dinner actually fell on Valentine’s Day, February 14th. Mrs. Jansen didn’t even know if we would attend since it was our first Love Day as newlyweds, we’d been married a whoppin’ 3 months at the time. But we did go and now we wouldn’t miss it, ever. (Unless of course, I had been in the hospital this year, but I wasn’t. That was all God, I’m convinced.)

Mrs. Jansen and Mrs. C

I don’t even have words to describe the amount of dedication that is poured into this dinner. There is an extraordinary amount of love that you can feel each and every year around that dinner table. It is always a different menu, a new theme, a fresh vision. No detail is overlooked. This year she called it KISS.

 

Heart rocks collected over the years.

Mrs. Jansen even bought me some red Italian soda, so I could feel like a grown-up. I had my very own bottle while everyone else was diving into the wine.

Homemade foccacia and wine.

 

Salad Course: I didn’t get a picture of the yummy salad; fresh greens, artichokes, pomegranate and orange.

Soup Course: Toscana Sausage   

Main Course:

Girls were saucy: stuffed pasta with I don’t even know what. It was delicious.

The boys were meaty: they had chicken with sauce and polenta.

Trying to get a picture with my husband. His friends still haven’t grown up.

And Dessert: Oh my.

Chocolate dripping cupcake, torte, and heart shaped creamy goodness.

But it gets better…

Inside the cupcake… it was filled with pop-rocks.

Have you ever had a pop-rock filled cupcake?

Divine!

It was such a fun evening. We haven’t gotten together in a while since we’re no longer in Small Group all together. But we do share a very special friendship with these couples.

Mr. Dunbar and I joined this Small Group the month before we got married. And every Wednesday night for almost 4 years we were mentored and loved on by these friends. (Older) Wives who taught me how to respect my husband and let him lead. (Older) husbands who taught Mr. Dunbar how to lead and love a wife and family. They truly helped build a solid God-Focused foundation for a good marriage for Mr. Dunbar and I.

And for that we are forever thankful!

~mrs. dunbar

PS No baby yet.