If you weren't aware...
There is something incredibly humorous about watching your husband box with the WII.
Jason's opponent won't stay down and Jason's bothered.
Oh wait...Jason just got a knock out.
He's dancing around the room as if he were really in the boxing ring.
It's been a long day.
I wish I could say I handled everything about this day with grace and class.
However, the pity party for one I held on my bed a little while ago pretty much made grace and class fly out the window.
Thank goodness Jason is home for two days and was here to remind me that I'm not a wimp...
That it's okay to cry once in a while...
That it's okay to tell him how much I hurt all over...
Speaking of Jason...
Guess what he told me when he got home from his most recent business trip?
We're going to be getting boxes and boxes of new 'gear' in the mail: tents, pads, down blankets, packs...
You would have been proud of how excited I acted.
I said all the right things and was giddy in all the right spots.
Inside I was thinking "Oh my honk...just what we need...another tent."
Don't ask me where we're going to put it all - the storage unit is full and Jason's office is bursting at the seams.
Maybe I'll secretly open an Etsy shop for backpacking gear.
That future daddy even ordered a 'demo' size air mattress and down blanket...one that will be the perfect fit for Emily...until she's about a year old.
I wonder how much camping he thinks we're going to be doing while Emily is a baby?
One of my dear friends is hosting a baby shower for me next Saturday.
Because some of you have asked...if you'd like an invitation, just say the word.
I must go do my wifely duties and cheer my husband on during his WII tennis match.
I'm glad to see him finally using his Christmas present.
Have a fabulous weekend friends!
PS. To the 'Shrew in Farmington'...I adore you! Just so you know...