A short story or how to get your husband to clean your house

Yesterday afternoon I started having regular contractions. The contractions have been coming irregularly since last Thursday. This is a whole new thing for me, I've never gone into labor on my own (even though this is my 3rd babe). After a couple calls to labor and delivery and a few hours of hanging around seeing if things were going to continue or pitter out, I decided we should make the trek (a whole hour) to the hospital.
From the time I made the first call to labor and delivery, to the time my parents showed up to pick up the boys, the hubs was a cleaning maniac. Maniac I tell ya. Dishes were getting done, blankets were getting folded, toys were getting put away, counters were getting wiped off, cat litter was getting changed....

In other words, I should go into labor every day. I'd have a SUPER clean house.

(And no, I don't have a new baby yet. After laying in a very uncomfortable hospital bed and watching the hubs' eyelids get heavier and heavier for 4 hours, I was sent home.)
(P.S. Next week I turn 30...I vow she will make her grand entrance before then!)


 

Savor and Share week 4

Last week, it was all about savoring and sharing your sisters
The week before? Savoring and sharing with your girlfriend.
And before that? Savoring and sharing with your family.

This week is all about savoring and sharing the hubs. Well, you can savor and share your hub and I'll savor and share mine =)

he's a silly goose

I wrote about how the hubs and I met here if you're interested. It's some pretty good stuff.

gotta love the 3D glasses at Disneyland =)

I don't know about you, but it's pretty easy to get stuck in a routine that runs around the kids and before you know it, the fun and excitement that used to swirl around your relationship with your husband..... well, it's still there, definitely still there, don't get me wrong. All I'm saying {and I HOPE you know what I'm talking about!} is it's easy to get caught up in the everyday things that happen and forget how important it is to cultivate the special bond you have with the man {or woman, I'm not gonna exclude anyone here} in your life.

Yes, we snorkeled. Yes, he's a pirate, can't you tell by the tattoo?

So this week, will you join me in making your relationship with your hub a bit special? A bit different than usual? Get creative, you don't have to have a weekend getaway {heaven knows, money doesn't grow on trees at my house}, just do something different. Savor and share ladies. Savor and share.

My best me promise

The hubs came home from work one day with a bag full of random things that said "My best ME promise." If I remember correctly, ME is supposed to stand for something....I just don't remember what that was.....

Anyway, one of the things in the bag was a magnetic frame, so obviously I stuck it on my fridge and it frames a silly picture that was taken of me and the hubs when I was pregnant with our #2 not-so-little man.

I don't know why, but this morning I was walking around thinking to myself "what is my best me promise?"

I've decided, the best thing I can promise myself is to not put pressure on myself. I am my own worst critic and I pressure myself way to much to do things better/faster/stronger/whatever. While looking through some new blogs this morning, I found this quote:

"A Pint can't hold a quart-if it holds a pint it is doing all that can be expected of it."
--Margaret Deland 

Isn't that a great quote! (Thanks to this blog for the quote!)

My best me promise? Less pressure, more love.

The end.

How about you? 

Don't forget, the My Memories giveaway ends tomorrow! Go comment on the post for a chance to win!

Wordful Wednesday

Today I'd like to talk about the hubs.
                     The hubs and I met in high school, it's a good story actually.
I was a junior, he was a freshman, and we both happened to be auditioning for a little play called "West Side Story." I was sitting watching the male auditions and this tall, skinny, blonde haired boy got on stage and started singing "I've got the World on a string" by Frank Sinatra.

Before I go any further, you need to know that I l.o.v.e. Frank Sinatra.

Ok, so as this tall, skinny, blonde boy is singing (in his very nice voice) my heart starts to go pitter patter and I lean over to the girls next to me and ask them who he is. They tell me his name (which happens to be Ian by the way) and then proceeded to make fun of me for making googly-eyes at a freshman. I vowed then and there that this 15-year-old boy who could sing like Frank Sinatra would be mine, all mine.

Cut to a few months later, and he was :)

We got married 7 years after we met and I still love it when he sings Frank Sinatra.

This was a picture we took while we were supposed to be taking engagement pictures =)

Why do I tell you this story?
              Mainly because I'd like to point out what an old soul the hubs is.
I mean, what 15 year old boy sings a Frank Sinatra song for a high school audition?
This old soul of his was one of the many things that attracted me to him......but for some reason, the older we get, the more annoying the old soul part of him seems to be :) 

honeymoon! (Cozumel)

Sometimes he talks like we're 80 years old! Sometimes he talks about "really immature" people and I ask how old they are and he says "oh, like 26" and I reply: "ummm....you're 27........they can't be that immature can they?!"
His reply? "Trust me. I know these things."

Because he's an old soul. He just knows this stuff.

Yeah. He also enjoys things that people in their 70's enjoy. NOT THAT THIS IS A BAD THING (Grams.....) it's just kind of weird. He gets along way way way WAY better with people older than 60 than he does with people his own age. He's an old man trapped in a young man's body.

But really, no matter how weird or silly or odd I think it is. I kind of love it......

(This was a writing prompt from Mama Kat and I am also linking up with parenting BY dummies for Wordful Wednesday!)

Pet Peeves

I love this blog and every Tuesday she posts writing prompts and then on Thursday you link them up on her blog so you can read what others wrote about and they can read what you wrote about, pretty cool right? I decided this is something I am going to start doing every Wednesday, starting now!



The prompt I chose for the week is: One pet peeve that shouldn't drive you crazy, but does.

This shouldn't be hard for me at all. I have quite a few pet peeves......I know, I'm a horrible person. But seriously, people drive me nuts most of the time. Besides the usual pet peeves like people not using their turn signal when driving, leaving the lights on in the room you just left, chewing with your mouth open, people who cut in line at the amusement park and pretend to be oblivious to it, throwing your dirty clothes right NEXT to the dirty clothes hamper instead of IN it....(I could go on and on, really, I'm that horrible) I think I'm gonna go with the pet peeve that is bothering me the most right now: Leaving the empty roll of toilet paper on the toilet paper holder and putting the new roll of toilet paper on the counter-top RIGHT NEXT to the toilet paper roll holder.

I KNOW you all know what I'm talking about.......this is a horrible atrocity in our house. Horrible I tell you (as I'm writing this I'm constantly "peeved" by my husbands antics in the kitchen: "why are you putting that hot pan in the sink and running water on it? you're not supposed to do that" and "why are you drinking out of the juice container when you just said you think you may be coming down with something?" To this my husband replies: "You're whole life is a pet peeve isn't it?" And I giggle....because, yes, yes it is)

Alright, back to the reason I started this in the first place: the empty toilet paper roll.

This annoys me to no end. I even purposely avoid placing the new roll of toilet paper (that is conveniently sitting on the counter-top) on the empty holder in hopes someone else may get the hint and do it themselves. But do they? No!

While I realize this causes me needless grief, for some reason, I still allow myself to get all bent out of shape over it. But no more! As of today, I am a changed woman. From here on out, I will replace that gosh darn empty toilet paper roll with the new roll (that is sitting directly next to it on the counter-top) and not make any snide comments afterward. Now that I have this in writing (and my husband reads my blog) I have no choice but to stick to it.

1 pet peeve down, 43.6 to go!

Thanks for reading!!! I love your comments!

Valentines day in a house full of boys

I have always loved love, therefore, I have always loved Valentine's day. I remember buying flowers for a cute boy for Valentine's day when I was in elementary school (if I remember correctly, he threw them in the trash) and always insisted on giving out Valentine's to everyone, even if I didn't particularly like them. I always loved poetry, movies, books...pretty much ANYTHING that has anything to do with love. "A hopeless romantic" is what I labeled myself at a young age. As I grew, I happened to find an adorable 15 year old boy who also loved love (he had a book under his bed titled "1001 Ways to be Romantic"). I met him at an audition for a play, he was singing a Frank Sinatra song for his audition piece ("I've Got the World on a String" to be exact) and I fell head-over-heels in love with him.

 Fast forward 7 years later and
 he is now my husband :)







So, we have now been married for 4 years and have a 2.5 year old boy and a 9 month old boy....not to mention the 3 year old welsh corgi (boy) and the 5 year old cat (also boy). Hubby-man has always been good at being romantic and has showered me with creative hand-made gifts like:

• A large candle that he glued the words "Light of my life" 
• A vase that says on the outside "100 reasons why I love Emily," with 100 pieces of paper inside
• An awesome hand-made card, complete with stick figure drawings!
• and of course, flowers, which I'm a total sucker for.

Now that we have little boys running/crawling around, I want to instill in them the fun of Valentines day. The cookies, the cards, the games, all the fun stuff that comes along with being a child on Valentines day. I know it is still 10 days away, but I've definitely got it on the brain and want to make it a special day for ALL the boys in my house.

Someday, (not soon of course!) I want my boys to grow up to be the type of men their dad is: romantic, creative and thoughtful. What a job for me! But I will relish and enjoy every second.