Wheat Rice and Pillow Talk

Last night I served asparagus, salmon, and brown rice to my family. It went over about as well as you can imagine.  But the worst offender was CHRIS!  THE ADULT.  I kept giving him threatening eyes across the dinner table every time he almost made a joke about dinner.  Finally, he couldn’t help it anymore when Bean grimaced as he ate a piece of asparagus. “Nobody likes asparagus,” he told Bean.  “We all eat it just because our mom’s make us.” I rolled my eyes and made everyone (including Chris)…

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Desperate Housewife

At the beginning of the summer, I have grand visions of myself as a housewife.  I will deep clean every nook and cranny of our home.  Each closet will be meticulously scrutinized, de-cluttered, and organized with colorful baskets.  Our beds will always be made in the mornings.  I will iron and fold the clothes the very second the timer goes off on the drier.  My children will be both intellectually and physically challenged and invigorated.  Dinners will be healthy, cost effective, and promptly on the table by the time my…

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Curmudgeon

Saturday was a weird day.  We had to get up early to go to Bean’s baseball game, and we had a lot of errands to run to get ready for the Cub Scouts Crossing Over ceremony on Sunday night.  But Gracie had strep throat, so she was moving a little slow, and Chris and I were both in bad moods.  There was no real reason for either of our moods.  We were just kind of snippy and short. Those are the days when you KNOW you’ll get a lot done… S’not.…

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My Blooming Husband

Last week, Chris was in tech rehearsals almost every night, which means he didn’t get home until about 11:00.  And I was fighting a cold, so I was going to bed when the kids did around 8:00 every night.  Chris and I basically saw each other over breakfast in the mornings, and that was about it. (Have I mentioned how much I hate tech weeks?) On Thursday night, I was finally feeling a little better, so I stayed up late to see him when he got home.  We sat in the…

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Middle of the Night Shenanigans

Around 5:00am this morning, there was a bump in our house.  It sounded like something plastic falling and it came from downstairs. I immediately sat straight up in bed and whispered, “What was that?” “Dunno…” Chris mumbled as he rolled over. “What WAS that?” I whispered, kicking Chris in the leg because everyone knows that “What was that” in the middle of the night is wife code for, “Go look and see.”  But Chris only grunted and went back to sleep.  So, I got up and did what I always…

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80%

This boy and me? We’re doing good. I like him.  He likes me.  We make out a lot.  Life is pretty good. After almost sixteen years that Chris and I have been together (WHAT?!?!?!), I recently discovered something new about our relationship.  Don’t you love when that happens?  When you’ve known someone for so long and then, out of the blue, you learn something new about them? I’ve learned lately that the most important thing I can do for my husband is actually one of the easiest things I can do for him.…

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Being Married to a Dad

When Chris and I were in high school, I thought he was hot. I loved that he loved his family and ate dinner with them every night.  I loved that importance he gave to the people he loved. When Chris and I were in college, I still thought he was hot. I saw him become more confident and self-assured, and I thought that was dead sexy. When Chris started grad school, I realized how smart he was. His brain worked in ways that mine could never. And I loved listening…

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My Husband’s Rut

One of my favorite characteristics in Chris is that he is unshakable.  Unstoppable.  Unflappable.  You know that phrase, “He takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’?”  They basically wrote that about Chris.  There hasn’t been any challenge I’ve seen him face that he hasn’t been able to rise to, take on, and move forward as a better person.  And usually, he does this while bringing his family to a better place, too.  He’s just that kind of person.  He believes in success and he believes that he can be successful…

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The End of My Beloved’s Rope

I’m one week shy of being eight months pregnant. My back has gone out twice. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m usually half covered in chocolate ice cream smudges. In short, I’m not at my finest. For the past two months, Bean has been sick off and on. He’ll go about a week feeling great and then he crashes. It’s that same cold virus that’s been going around and the constant flux from cold to warm weather doesn’t help things. Any time something goes through his daycare, Bean’s going to get…

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