Jumping is serious (puffy-faced) business

I know I haven't formally e-introduced Charlie yet (but really, who are we kidding? Most of you know him anyway.) And I will, soon enough.

But first ...

I needed to share his new jumping face (new as of today).

Apparently jumping makes his face go like this:

Exhibit A: Weird face.

As soon as he stops jumping, he's like

Yes? May I help you?

But then he goes back to jumping and

Weird puffy face

When you're a stay at home mom, it's the little things like this that entertain you. (I bet you're excited to read my blog now, right?)

Since I'm doing introductions..

I thought I'd tell you a bit about my little family, a member at a time (teehee....member). Today's intro will be about my husband, Jimmy.

This is the first picture I ever saw of Jimmy.

Cute, right?

I thought he looked like Clark Kent, which is what I called him whenever talking about him with my friends. "I've got a date with Clark Kent tonight!" We met on lavalife (a Canadian dating site) which I was kind of embarrassed to tell people at first. But now I realize, I don't really care if people think I'm a dork.

We met in February of 2007. By December 2007 we had bought our first house together. By February 2008 we were engaged, and by November of the same year, married.

Glamour shot.

Obviously I could talk for hours about him but really two pictures can sum up the kind of guy he is. He's the type of husband to get this cake made for my birthday.

 And also the type of guy, when his (very pregnant) wife asks for apples and cheese to snack on, comes back with this and a big grin on his face.

Basically he's a very large kid. And I love it.

(Yes, both of my examples were food related. I like food. You'll catch on.)

Oh, hello there!

I've taken the plunge and started a blog. Not that I feel I have anything too important to say, but I figured it might prevent me from having verbal diarrhea on the various social mediums I use right now. I'll just have verbal diarrhea here! Excited?

I've now said diarrhea twice on my first ever blog posting. Success.

I'll keep this intro simple and just explain the blog name. Before Charlie was Charlie,  Jimmy and I would refer to him as Hammy. My husband has the habit of singing songs about ham and pork. All the time. Making up songs, inserting the words into other songs. It's weird.

So since ham was a favourite word, our new favourite person became Ham.

Since I'll probably ramble about Charlie a lot, I'll be giving you a glimpse into "Ham"'s life, a slice at a time! Hope you enjoy.