So the question on The Family Feud was something like this: “What do couples use from the kitchen to get things cooking in the bedroom?”
The obvious answers came up: whipped cream, chocolate sauce, strawberries, honey (no wine, surprisingly).
We died laughing for about 5 minutes over answer number 3: Oven/Kitchen Gadgets.
We can’t for the life of us figure out…
- How do you incorporate an oven into the marital bedroom (or any bed situation for that matter).
- What other kitchen gadgets (the spoon/spatula idea was addressed in another answer).
I won’t ask for comments to this post to poll others’ experience. I’m not sure I want to know.
And while sitting around watching The Family Feud might scream “they’ve given up”, I don’t think so. We laugh every single time we watch. It’s pretty funny. Thanks Mr. Steve Harvey.
One of our little fellows got a strange fever yesterday. No throwing up. No other obvious symptoms. Just a fever and some chills and general orneriness.
I slept on the couch. You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that twin number 2 was wandering around upstairs with a fever, also. You wanted me to come help.
We discovered, though, that your sleepy haze tricked you. It was all the same kid. Twin number 2 was still nice and snuggled in his bed. Thankfully.
The thing that hit me was this: Our kids are hardly ever sick. We are so incredibly blessed. So many children are really battling horrible diseases and get sick all the time. We have been so, so, so blessed.
I know it’s Easter, and I should say something spiritual.
But you looked beautiful in the blue dress you wore.
It took my breath away and caused a smile to erupt on my face.
Maybe loving my wife’s beauty is spiritual enough.
This entry might seem like an off-handed compliment to you. Or a fake appreciation.
But it’s genuine.
Our daughter had a birthday party where siblings were invited. That said, when we showed up, it felt awkward, so I left with the boys (who were super sad because they had already spied the goody bag party favors).
It was a Disney themed party and all the girls were dressed as their favorite princesses. Our boys looked vaguely like 5 year old sloppy frat boys, hence, my decision to jet.
I called you and asked what we should do and hinted I might take them to McDonald’s for lunch and to play. I did this knowing full well your hatred for those little play areas at McDonald’s. You basically seem them as petri dishes of childhood diseases like gross head colds and tummy bugs.
I went anyway and as soon as we were done, I drove straight home and gave them baths before we went to pick up our daughter.
On our way, you called me. I told you that I’d given them baths as soon as I could. You were so very surprised that I did that… and you felt bad that I did it… like you were kind of sad that your freaking out about the play areas caused me to take an extra step (and to give baths which you know I hate to do).
Getting to the point: It was sweet of you to be surprised that I’d do it and to appreciate it so much. I don’t know why it meant something to me, but it did. Most people would assume that I might be offended that my act of cleanliness would catch you so off guard. Who knows. It was sweet. :-)
I love you – germaphobia and all.
I think that’s what it’s called.
When someone plops down on the sidewalk and won’t move. Basically plays dead while you try to pick them up and move them from where they are to where they need to be.
I won’t name names, but we have that situation on occasion. You had it on Day 82. A moment when one of our boys wanted desperately to go back into the gym and look through the windows into the weight training area.
But you had to go. You had to get to the grocery store and run other errands so you could get our daughter from school.
I had a half-day off, so I was going to come home at some point, but you got to enjoy the whole lowering of the center of gravity and conscientious objection situation all by your lonesome (as per usual).
When I got home, we hung out a bit and you took the afternoon to hit the craft stores and generally disconnect.
I know those moments take their emotional toll. Poor guys just don’t quite have it figure out yet that they can’t get all the want every time they want it. Thanks for standing firm. That’s good momma-ing.
You went to Zoo Atlanta with our daughter’s class on Thursday April 17 (Day 81 of the Falling in Love Project).
You almost lost our daughter at the giraffe viewing area, but you didn’t, so I’m not mad. :-)
To celebrate the discovery after about a 30 second ‘where is she?’ panic, I got New York strips and grilled ‘em.
They were good.
Our daughter was safe.
You also get some points for chaperoning. It’s the kind of thing that you want to do although you didn’t have much experience with it when you were a kid.
I know our children will appreciate the time and effort you take and spend with and for them.
Well, I was going to post a clip from the New Girl episode ‘Big News’.
You laughed through most of it.
But, in the end, there were only two clips and I don’t know if they match the general tone of this blog.
Look it up if you want to reminisce. :-)
Here’s an honorable mention since you laughed a lot during The Mindy Project, too.
Unfortunately when I try to catch up on my sleep and go to bed first, my snoring prevents you from falling to sleep.
I’m sorry about that. But I am more than willing to take my place on the downstairs couch.
And since I couldn’t sleep, I got to watch a late night showing of The Secret of My Success. #FTW.
It was actually kind of sufficient.
We had chili though as the temps dipped one more time before spring really hits (I hope).
And any night that we have chili is a dang good night.
I’m going to let the kids’ artwork do the talking. We knew a big rainstorm was on its way, so the driveway became a canvas.
The Big Colorful Egg
that sweet face!