April 23, 2014 Always Happy Hour Anytime you visit our home you will be offered a drink. We always have beer because beer is awesome. Are we always drinking? NO! But if you want a beer I will gladly have … Continue reading
This weeks topic is “ten ways my partner’s awesome” donated by The Bonny Bard and I love it!
This is so great because it’s so easy to overlook all the amazing things you fell in love with about your partner.
1-As I write this I am packing for a cruise that we are going on for 7 days. We are going on this cruise because my husband busts his a** every day to provide for his family to the point that he was ranked in the top 5 out of 28,000 sales reps and he earned this trip (2).
3-He is amazing because he can literally build or fix anything; ANYTHING! He built a dog house, our fence, the deck, a pond for our turtles, and on and on.
4-He is an amazing father to our girls:
- When the girls were just 3 weeks old he walked in the house and said he lost his job; they were closing up shop. He went out and got a job knocking doors, selling cable to put food on our plates. Worst job in the world but he did it, successfully for two years.
- He will hold his girls until his arm falls asleep and then hold them some more.
- He rushes home to be with us instead of heading out for happy hour with the boys.
5-He is as big an animal lover as I am:
- He stops when I frantically yell because a turtle or stray dog is wandering around the street, he chases and catches them and moves them to safety
- He has found, I think seven, lost dogs in our neighborhood and found their owners in a rather short amount of time. But once he walked the streets knocking on doors for 5 hours. We kept the little guy snuggled up in our garage and the next day he drove him to all the vets until he finally found its owner.
6-He learned to say beautiful in Arabic when we were on vacation and wouldn’t tell me what it meant but called me it all weekend. Why Arabic? It was the only language besides Spanish anyone knew to tell him.
7-When I had the girls he put a mini fridge next to my bed and stocked it with Gatorade’s
8-He spent three hours trying to shovel out the old man who got stock in a snow storm
9-He built a swing and hung it at our reception site for me to swing on in my gown. Brides for 10 years had their pictures taken on that swing until it finally gave in to the pressures of Mother Nature.
10- Lastly for our first anniversary he took me to dinner and then we drove by our reception site; which was in the middle of the woods in a big old boat house. As we got there a table for two was set with candles, wine, flowers and cheese. We sat under the porch roof and watched a huge storm roll by. It was amazing!
I think every person should make a list like this to hold onto when times are tough. I tease Steve all the time with his messiness even to the point of creating Damn-it Steve but my world would be quiet and boring without him.
Cheers to Monday Listicles!
My guest today is one of my best blogger buds, Farrah from The Three Under. She is an amazing mother of twin 2 year olds and a, young, four year old. Her family recently moved to the Netherlands where she is in an entirely new world full of calm kids (not in America), biking as transportation (not in America) and crazy kitchen appliances (not in America)! HA! I tease. But she is amazing in her journey and it is so intriguing to watch her adjust to a new world, traveling all over, blogging about it and doing it with such ease. She is a Mom to be admired on all fronts! I am so honored that she is here with me today (again); well with you. I’m on a boat in the middle of nowhere! Enjoy!
When I was planning my wedding, I remember my mother telling me that three was a perfect number. We were trying to decide how to do the centerpieces for the reception tables and she told me that I would need three votives on each table to compliment the vase in the center. Something about the way she said ‘Three is a good number’ just stuck with me and I have to admit- agrees with us on the number of children in our family.
Pre-wife-life I wasn’t sure I wanted kids. I was a high school teacher and I liked the kids that I taught in Michigan well enough- but babies? I didn’t understand them; so needy and dependent. I didn’t feel like I was up for the job of caring for someone or something so small and delicate. Notice I didn’t even take into account all of the personal freedom that disappears with kids- it was more or less the logistics of things. Oh and then there was pregnancy. Forget it. I fainted at getting a hemoglobin check so birth was absolutely out of the question.
Obviously… I changed my mind. We had our son in 2009 and our lives completely changed in the best way possible. I remember sitting on our bed nursing him and thinking I had never been so content in my entire life. All that mattered in that moment was where I was- who I was with, and what I was doing. The rest of the world could go to hell and I didn’t give a darn.
A year later we decided to have #2. Lucky as we were- we again got pregnant on the very first try. I loved our son- and wanted another (son, please? please universe?!) but I loathed the pregnancy. To me, pregnancy was a means to an end and although I loved having kids- getting them was another story. To my (shock, fear, delight) amazement we found out that there were twins in there- which would give us the magical #3 of children without enduring 3 pregnancies. I was thrilled. But— but—BUT…. Three kids under 2? WHAT THE HELL WAS I GOING TO DO???
The other day a memory came to me. I was in my second trimester before the bed rest and all that drama- so still out running errands. Brody was about 15 months old and we were on our way to collect some twin-necessity Craigslist purchases from a lady nearby. I remember it was hot– spring in South Carolina usually is- so I was sweating by the time I got to her house and B out of his car seat. I waddled up to her front door and rang the bell. A little face appeared at the window and darted away. Footsteps. We waited.
She opened the door and as B and I stood with his fat and sweaty little hand in mine, we peered inside. There were three partially dressed kids in her living room running from here to there and prevented by a gate from entering the hallway where we were standing. They were loud and crazy and I didn’t want to know if they were all hers. In fact I remember thinking ‘Woah. So she’s got twins and she watches someone else’s kid too?’
She saw me watching them and smiled. “Those are my twins- they’re 2. And that’s my oldest. He’s 4.” she said as she eyed my son.
I was looking into my future.
And she knew I knew.
At the time I remember thinking holy crap. Two toddlers and a ‘big kid’! They were fighting and running and screeching and omgthatisgoingtobemylife. In fact, that was the exact same age difference and that is exactly where we are right now. Four, two and two. And they’re loud and crazy awesome. Funny how a memory comes to you like that.
The Three Under is a twins + 1 blog written by Farrah- mom of three boys living as an expat in The Netherlands. Life wasn’t nearly difficult enough in the states- so her family decided to take their show on the road to Europe. Laugh along with her on their journey via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram (@Momofthreeunder).
We recently went to a kick butt wedding at Lighthouse Sound with dear friend’s friend; one couple had to bale last minute due to some lame surgery excuse and the hubby of my buddy had to travel for business. They all sounded like weak excuses but non-the-less Steve, KT and I went and had a blast.
I didn’t bring my camera, big mistake because the place was gorgeous. First off as you walked into the “venue” you were handed an orange crush in a very cool party favor jar (number 1). KT and Steve got their fill; too sweet for me.
KT, being the thief that she is, managed to swindle enough for both of our families to enjoy. My family of four certainly enjoys our fruit shakes in these! Even better is that the girls have learned the art of washing dishes because of these lovely gifts. I use “learned” very loosely there.
Let’s see, during the wedding KT and I enjoyed enough orange crushes and wine to fill a ship full of drunken pirates for a year. Moving on the next best part, aside of the wedding being on the water, was the candy and coffee stations (party favors 2 and 3). That came in particularly handy bribing the girls and when I ran out of coffee.
I would have to say that while my absolutely favorite part of the wedding was the delicious chocolate fountain complete with all fruits and Rice Krispy Treats, I would have to say KT’s favorite part was daring me to lick the ice luge.
I will not comment any further on that but a picture is floating around….somewhere. Steve’s favorite part was watching two kid-free idiots get hammered and constantly be on a different page with every conversation.
Oh well, one for the books, when you get out you get out! Congratulations Kelly and Greg, it was a beautiful wedding!