God Bless Me!

Let me start by saying that there are many wonderful things that I love about my husband. He is a fantastic father. He makes dinner. He loves to surprise the kids and I. He puts up with me and my neuroses. No one will ever accuse him of being metrosexual. He will always beat me in a foot race. He is a rockstar when it comes to installing carseats.  He never eats my yogurt. He makes friends with old ladies wherever he goes.  And he cannot keep a beat to save his soul, which I think is adorable.

This is not an exhaustive list of course, but the above are very important qualities to me, so it is a good thing that my husband possesses them. There is, however, one thing that my husband does that I absolutely cannot stand.  In fact it makes me physically ill.  Continue reading

Making Memories

Recently my husband and I were talking to a friend about our kids.  He told us that the parenting job he hates the most is putting his kids to bed.  All that book reading, drink fetching, hug giving, stalling, he hates it all.  The educator in me was horrified.  Reading books at bedtime is so important to kids!  The mom in me was astonished.  That sweet moment when your kids hug you and say “good night mommy, I love you” is one of the best part of the day.  But the realistic adult in me was appreciating his honesty and nodding my head up and down while thinking “sing it brotha”.

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Two Year Old Tyrant

This morning I dragged myself out of bed to go to the class at the gym.  It was especially difficult since I was very sore from exercising the night before and because it was raining and gloriously dark and quiet in our house.  Little Man will play quietly in his crib until I muster up the energy to get him out of bed.  Have I mentioned that he is my favorite?  So it was a challenge to leave my soft, warm bed and get myself ready to head out in the cold rain to inflict more pain on my already painful muscles.  Continue reading