Rainy Summer Afternoons

We have entered that time of summer in Florida when afternoon thunderstorms are part of the daily routine. Every afternoon around 3:00, the heavens open up and rain down on us. I actually love this time of year. Our yard does, too. After weeks of brutal heat, the water refreshes all of us. Even Big Molly loves the afternoon showers. Last weekend, Chris and the kids hung out in the garage during the afternoon downpour. I poked my head out there a few times to see what was going on,…

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The Grammar of Marriage

I’m never more reminded of how lucky I am to have Chris than when we face a challenge together.  Over the years, we have learned that the only way to make it through the ugly parts of life is to lean on each other for support.  I think that’s a pretty good lesson to have learned. I love Chris when he is there for me.  He has this calming presence that just puts me at ease.  He doesn’t have to be near me or touching me or talking to me.…

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I.O.U.

Sunday afternoon, Bean had a birthday party to attend at Nickelodeon Studios (another perk of Orlando life – awesome birthday party locations!).  Normally, I attend the birthday parties with the kids because… well, Chris’s patience with children other than our own is pretty slim.  Which I find ironic because he works in CHILDREN’S THEATER.  But, that’s a different issue which probably requires professional therapy, so we’ll just move past that one… On the day of this particular birthday party, though, I had a lot of things I had to take…

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Inappropriate Parenting

So, the other night, we were sitting at the dinner table and I tried to tell Bean a joke. Only, he didn’t understand it. Chris and I quickly realized that he didn’t know how to tell a joke! Parenting fail. Chris instantly pulls out his cell phone and starts looking up jokes to teach Bean. Two minutes go by. Then three. Then five. “Uh, Chris?” I asked. “Did you find any jokes yet?” “I’m trying to find the perfect one,” he said, still glued to his phone. I continue on…

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From Husbands to Fathers

Today we went to the Naval Air Museum in Pensacola for the day.  If you’re ever in the area, you don’t want to miss it.  It’s free, fun, and super interactive for kids AND adults.  We have been once before when Bean was just over a year old, so we figured it was time to go again. The kids had a blast! They climbed all over airplanes and sat inside fighter jets. Gracie squealed loud enough that I worried the Military Police would come confiscate her as a weapon of…

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The Memory of a Drain Strainer

Tonight, I was doing the dishes after the kids were in bed.  They were sleeping, Chris was working late, and the house was quiet.  As it often does in times like these, my mind drifted to thoughts of my dad while I mindlessly scrubbed pots and pans. I remembered the first time he and my mom visited Chris and I after we moved to Connecticut.  We were newlyweds at the time, and were so excited to show them our apartment and the new life we were building. I remember it…

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History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Friday afternoon, my mom came down to pick up the kids and take them to her house for the weekend.  Chris and I were overworked, overstressed, and in need of some down time with absolutely zero responsibility – including our children.  Nana to the rescue! As they were packing up to leave, we were all standing out in my front yard while Chris strapped their car seats into Nana’s van.  Mom and I were talking, Gracie was crawling around inside the van with Chris, and Bean was playing with a…

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The Mystery of Fatherhood

Sunday afternoon, I had some school work to grade, so Chris took the kids outside with him to work in the yard and leave me in peace.  It was just what I needed to get caught up. About an hour later, I realized I hadn’t heard from anyone in a while, so I went outside to check on them. I stepped out onto the back deck and found all three of them standing in the yard. Each was holding their own pair of garden shears. Yes, garden shears. You know,…

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Apple. Tree.

Last week as I was having a massive nervous breakdown about my job, Chris was also having a massive nervous breakdown about his.  He came home one night and unloaded all his frustrations and stress and worry about his job as we sat on the couch one night after the kids had gone to bed. “I just have too much on my plate,” he said.  “I feel like I’m not doing any of it well because there’s just so much of it to handle.” “You need to ask for some…

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