Happy to be Stuck With You

Marriage is a funny thing. You live day in, day out with someone, taking them for granted and magnifying all their quirky ways that drive you crazy....then they leave for a couple days, and you miss their quirky little ways. David is on his way to Atlanta as I type this, and I miss that kooky man already.

Oh, come on, keep reading. This isn't going to be a mushy post about the man God chose to stick me with. But he is what's on my mind today, so he's what my post is about.

I've mentioned before about being an eternal pessismist married to an eternal optimist. It just fits. Honestly, I don't see how 2 pessismists put together would ever get out of their mopey, sad, moods because neither one would feel like dragging the other one out. And 2 optimists put together just might make everyone else around them ill with their upbeat attitudes all the time. But we balance each other out. Rather, he balances me out.

When I'm upset about some awful injustice I've been dealt, he doesn't play into my "woe is me" attitude. He makes jokes about it until I start to laugh. He even said once, "If I can get you to laugh, that's how I know everything's ok". But he doesn't do so in an annoying way or by ignoring my hurt feelings altogether. He acknowledges that because of my super-sensitive-crazy personality, I'm become upset about something normal people wouldn't blink an eye about, then he makes me laugh about it.

A classic example of his quirky idea of a romantic sentiment was a note he left me at my dorm while we were dating. It simply said, I love you more than cheeseburgers. All the stress of my mile long list of assignments vanished when I read those 6 words.

We took the kids to Branson this past December and they were so excited that our hotel had a pool. I hastily stashed a few swimsuits for myself in the suitcase, including my maternity one, just in case I couldn't fit my big toe in any of my other ones. Luck was on my side that weekend, however, and I fit into a little tankini suit I had worn a few summmers ago (between babies). I pranced out of the bathroom struttin' my stuff exclaiming, "I stilllllll got it!" and was immediately brought back to reality by my loving husband who responded, "Just mooooooore of it!".

A few weeks ago I was going through one of my mini phases of feeling over-worked and under-appreciated. To top it all off, David seemingly hadn't heard a word I said the preceding couple of days because he kept asking me about things we had just discussed! After the 3rd such topic arose, I loudly announced to the household, "I'M INVISIBLE!!!!". To which David quickly shot back, "Cool! We're going to the BANK!!!".

Hurry home, dear...I need a good laugh.

Mommy's Little Helper

Reese is such a sweet little helper and is always coming up with creative ways to keep Tate entertained if I can't get to him right away or need to tackle some housework...

 

 

 

Daddy Daughter Time

Brand New Washable Markers with connected caps that can't get lost: $4.50

 

One wipie used to fix mistakes: $.03

 

Manly Rainbow Manicure: Priceless

 

Prince Charming

I asked Reese to please watch Tate for me while I put Drue down for a nap. And this is the state I found him in afterwards....

 

He still looks rather dashing. Not many men can pull off Snow White.

Now honey, before you have a heart attack, look at the bright side....at least it's a blue nightgown...that gives it at least an ounce of masculinity.

Enjoy the tunes....

Thank you Margo for introducing me to Playlist!

Oops...forgot some pics

Heading home again. (Proceed to post below this to see where we were heading home from).

 

Cuteness at the waterfall....

 

The Farm

Ahhhh....the Farm. We love the Farm. It's our free, close-to-home, kids-run-wild-and-tire-themselves-out, plus we-get-to-see-cool animals, outing from April-October each year. We made our first of many trips this morning.

Tate was udderly fascinated with his new little friend. (His friend doesn't look overly excited, however.)

 

The girls fed some little baby goats. How cheap am I? Reese remembered from last year to pick up all the dropped food off the ground, instead of having to pay a quarter for a tiny handful. Actually, it wasn't that I was cheap, I just always seemed to forget to grab a pocketful of quarters in my haste to get out of the house.

 

Fun with cowbells. Who knew?

 

Hmmmmm....I wonder if we could put real motors in these and I could have me some little lawn mowing buddies.