Becky Invents a New Word!!! -CORPY (Kor' pee), n., adj, pronoun, verb, and the word PARADIDE (par' a dide)n., 11.26.2008

Becky invented two words yesterday, the first one is Corpy, pronounced Kor'pee. It basically can be used in any grammatical fashion one wants to, as long as it is negative. example usages:

1. Stop being so corpy.
2. Man, that's hard corpy.
3. You corpy.
4. That's habius corpy!!
5. Corpy, come here!

Hopefully this will be in Webster's in our lifetime.

How it started: We were about to enter the Wal Mart in San Antonio, and I was in a mood (surprisingly) and Becky goes, "Why are you so grumpy" and I go, "What is corpy?" So my misunderstanding her came into an invention of a new word. Please Feel Free to use it!!!



Also, last night when Becky stole my pillow to nurse a crying Mia, and I got upset, Becky goes: "Welcome to Parenting!!!" And I go, "What is PARADIDE?!! STOP MAKING UP WORDS!" So my misunderstanding her well, she invented another word...and after some pondering, I concluded that it was a mixture of the words parenting and paradise, with a splash of the word made famous by S. Covey, "Paradigm."

Is my wife a genius or what? She birthed two words within 16 hours, Corpy and Paradide! I love you baby!

Long live Corpy, and Paradide! World, feel free to use 'em. Your welcome Mister Webster.

love,
Davey Baby

I'll tell you, there is nothing sexier than when I saw my Baby handling firearms! I'm so proud of you Becky!! Love, Dave xoxoxo




Pistol Packin' Mamma - Becky Schoen from David Filhart on Vimeo.

My Dad was so kind as to share with us his expertise in fire arms and give us some lessons.
My Dad is a very wise man, and told me "Guns are like fire extinguishers, maybe you'll never need to use one, but when you do need to use one, you really need to use one!"
Thanks pappy, I love you, -Dave
(above is a little video of my Dad schooling Becky Boo in the fine art of smokin' a sucka! It was on this past Veteran's Day at Four Peaks, Wes, Mary, Steele, Gideon and Mia were there too. It was fuuun!) p.s. Aren't Arizona winters absolutely beautiful? I love the Desert this time of year!!!!



Isn't MiMi so cute with her little ear plugs? I thought this picture of her and her mother was absolutely adorable!

Love,
Dave

It all started with a cough...

Last Wednesday morning I woke up with a cough...you know, the kind that feels like there's something in your throat. Crap. I knew I was getting sick. So Wednesday, Thursday, and into Friday I was coughing, sneezing, and feeling a little feverish. Then Mia started teething again (she already has four teeth, and I think I can see two more coming in on top. Cute little 8 month old, I think she's going for an award.). Needless to say, we all haven't been sleeping good and so we decided to...REDO THE FLOORS IN OUR KITCHEN!!! Isn't that the best idea??!!!? So after the weekly garage sales Saturday morning, Dave started in on the floors. I'll leave all the details out, but let's just say it's Monday afternoon at 2:30 and I'm listening to the buzz of a sander as I'm typing this. Don't ask.
ANYWAY...we're totally exhausted last night going to sleep, and I'm enjoying that Mia is sleeping better and I get a break. Dave and I are laying there holding hands, talking and laughing right before we drift off to sleep. When all of the sudden Dave flicks his hand (the one I'm holding) and goes "Was that a bug, what was that?" Then I feel something on my wrist and jump out of bed while Dave is yelling "Turn on the light! Turn on the light!" I turn on the lamp and to our horror and immediate eebie-jibbies, we saw a bug slithering around the bed BY OUR HEADS that looked something like this:
OH MY GOSH...we're both totally grossed out and start itching all over. We pull all the bedding off and look all over the room to see where this little pest decided to come from. Then the imaginations start going, and of course we have to say everything out loud. Dave starts talking about the bugs going in our ears, noses, etc. while we're sleeping. We laid there laughing and itching trying to fall asleep for a while. I can't even start to name all the morals to this story, but that's the latest in our adventures.
p.s.-are you itching yet?

Halloween 2008

For Halloween Mia was a little Chick-literally and figuratively:). She was a typical kid, screaming every time we put her in her costume, but she did great for the rest of the time. (p.s.-for those of you that have been asking, yes this is one of the chairs I redid from DI. I will never recover chairs again.)

Dave had his Bruce Lee fix for Halloween-good thing I kept my Flapper wig from Halloween '01.

Yummy. Yeah-I can't resist. These are Dave's karate pants from before his mission. They are a size 28 and they wouldn't lace up, but he squeezed them on for that night and actually wore them out. It was so freakin hilarious, it felt great to laugh really hard. I love you, Dave.

Okay...he really wanted to be Tom Cruise from Risky Business, but I just couldn't be seen with him at a church function this way. So I made sure to put it on the worldwide web instead.??!!? Hey-it gave me a laugh especially because I didn't know what he was up to so quiet in the bedroom putting this together.

Pumpkin patch-well sort of

Dave, Mia, and I went to Schnepf Farms on Thursday to experience a real Fall pumpkin patch. Mia loved it-she thought the traveling performer and dog show from San Francisco was interesting, a little desperate, and sort of sad. This guy had some fun tricks, but his props were sub-par and I guess dropping his flaming sticks while juggling wasn't in his routine necessarily. We started sweating a few minutes later on our way to the pig races in the 95 degree heat, and found a scrap of shade to sit under while we watched the pigs and goats race around an old track yelling "suuu-weee!" From there we headed over to the petting zoo that had "germ" signs posted all over it, so we cautiously walked Mia through for experience sake and noticed that she was ready to fall asleep, so we hurried over to the "pumpkin patch." There were hardly any pumpkins there (take a look at the background of Mia's pumpkin picture), so we gathered a few together for a photo-op with Mimi and took a few pics while she was falling asleep. Oh well, I guess this isn't Roloff Farms in Oregon, it's Arizona.

The glamorous life of a Stay-at-home Mom

Every morning I awake with renewed vigor to workout, cook amazing award winning meals, clean the house top to bottom, look extra hot for my husband (i.e. take a shower), feed the hungry, volunteer, help a friend in need, and basically be a model citizen. However my glamorous life somehow takes a turn for the worse everyday without fail. Instead of the above mentioned intentions, my day usually turns into something like this:
1. Wake up to Mia crying or goofing around in her crib and me not being able to move because I didn't get uninterrupted sleep.
2. Working out gets pushed to the "later today" category that usually gets pushed to the "I'll do it tomorrow category."
3. Cooking turns into whatever's easiest/fastest between "Mia neediness."
4. Cleaning the house usually turns into a little here/a little there and never quite comes all together so that I have an impeccable house.
5. I have intentions of looking extra cute for Dave when he gets home, but he usually arrives right when I'm all sweaty from cleaning or I have Mia spit up/drool/pee/poop somewhere lingering on me. I never thought I'd look like this.
So you can guess by now that feeding the hungry, volunteering, helping anyone, or being a model citizen are out the window. G-l-a-m-o-r-ous I tell you.

Little Pieces of Heaven on Earth

So lately I've been enjoying little glimpses of heaven on earth and thought I'd share a few...

Dave's delish shakes whenever I request them. They are WAY better than those $7 ones at Cheesecake Factory.

Mia finally holding her own bottle. Parents, you know what I'm talkin' bout.

My ninja husband karate kicking my college armoire to shreds to make room for my $15 garage sale dresser find. (Note the well-fed tummy...say what???!!?)

For all these and more, I'm truly thankful. I don't think life can get much better...ever.