Greg and I had been trying to decide if we were going to get married before or after Nathan was born. We knew were were going to stay together and when we were going to get married wasn’t that big a deal to us. If we waited until after the baby was born, I wouldn’t be hugely pregnant in the pictures (a little vain, yes) and we could have a grand ole time. In the end, while I was filling out paperwork for insurance and the hospital, I found out that it would be more tedious and costly for Nathan to have Greg’s last name if we weren’t married. So, being the practical (cheap) people we are, we each said, “Do you want to?” and “Sure”, to eachother. Romantic, I know.
Our wedding was very spur of the moment. We visited the courthouse, got our paperwork, and went to see the judge on Friday afternoon. She seemed to me as a petite, classy little old lady. She asked if we really knew what we were getting ourselves into. She called in her secretary and the district attorney as witnesses. Then proceeded to tell us about all of the “whore stories, where the girls and young men just come in and get married because it seems like a fun idea, only to end in heartbreak and tragedy a week or even a year later”. I pretty much didn’t pay attention to the rest of the ceremony. All I kept thinking was that this sweet little old lady judge just called me a whore. Sure, I was at the stage where it looked like I had swallowed a basketball but still, wow! The whole thing took about 10 minutes and we were married. It was after we were walking back to the car that Greg and I figured out she was talking about the “horror stories”.
Happy anniversary love, I’m glad we haven’t been one of those stories.
Yesterday we decided to take a trip to Shreveport to get the kids some suprise gifts. Nathan and Zoey had excellent grades on their report cards, and Allison has been pullup free for 2 weeks. Rewards were in order. Earrings for the girls and a gamecube game for Nathan. Allison was asleep so Greg turned around to whisper to Nathan and Zoey, “Don’t tell Allie, but we are going to see Curious George“. Allison’s eyes popped open and she bolted forward in her seat,”Curious George, THE MOVIE?!?”
One of the few times it is not an all out tantrum. Instead it is almost like a song, “Aahh, huuh, huh. I’m not sleepy”, with a yawn thrown in every once in a while. Next, silence for about 30 seconds. Just as you think it might be the end there is a muffled, half-hearted cry of protest, “aaaah” along with another yawn. Then, sleep.
Last night Nathan and Zoey went to church with one of Zoey’s friends. When they came home they both said they had fun and asked please could they go again. Nathan was pleading, “Please, please, please!” I asked them what they did that made it so much fun. I chuckled at Nathan’s reply, then went to fix dinner.
Since it was pretty late, I told the kids they needed to read while dinner was cooking, because it would be straight to bed after they were done eating. Greg wandered into the living room and asked the kids how their night went. Then asked Nathan why he picked the Bible for his bedtime reading. He gave Greg the same answer he had given me earlier. The youth group is having a contest and whoever can answer the most questions at the end of a the learning session gets to pick from a few envelopes which could contain a 20 dollar bill. While Nathan thinks that church was ok, the incentive for winning that envelope with the 20 dollar bill is the real reason he was so excited to go back.
When she says “I’m a baby, not a big kid” and instead of telling her what I am supposed to, that, “No, You’re a Big girl. you’re growing up!”, I just want to cuddle her up and tell her she’s right. She is my baby. Stay this tiny, laughing, bottom wiggling, frustrating, bouncing, copying, clever, clingy, wonderful little girl.
Jeremi and Patricia’s clan has left the building. With them went all of the pullups and diapers. That’s right. Except for a few pairs we have in reserve, we are diaper free. Allison has been wearing big girl underwear for over a week now with only 1 or 2 accidents (that I know of). HOORAY for ALLISON! Hooray for us!
So, the other day Patricia had noticed that things were too quiet on the Christopher front. When she went to inspect she found him standing on our bathroom counter. He had opened the medicine cabinet found a pair of tiny scissors on one of the upper shelves, and started to cut his hair. After his bath, he said he wanted to look like a “Dude”.
We keep a fish tank in the bathroom. Doesn’t everyone? The kids had been having so much fun feeding Tiny, that I had to move the fish food to the very top of the medicine cabinet. While Christopher was drying off, we noticed he had poured all of the fish food into the tank. While he may be in fish heaven right now, the plan is to return Tiny to the pond, where I’m sure he’ll earn many fish beers telling the story of how he was abducted by aliens.
Speaking of bathrooms and Christopher (who is 4). He is half afraid of but very amused by the sound the toilet makes when he flushes. Everytime he does it, we hear a little gleeful laugh from the bathroom.
Chicken Schnitzel
Spaetzle (or wide egg noodles)
Salad
Brussel Sprouts (steam cooked then add tiny bit of butter and salt)
4 Avocados, pitted and peeled
1 onion, diced
1 tomato, diced
1 clove of garlic, minced
diced slices of jalapeño
dash of red pepper
salt, to taste
juice of 1 lime
Mash Avocados with fork until smooth, add in remaining ingredients according to desired taste.
Taco Meat
Tortillas
Lettuce
Tomato
Black olives
Sour Cream
Salsa
Cheese
Guacamole
