Father’s Day
Yesterday was Father’s Day. Yesterday I did not take any pictures. I also didn’t take any pictures on Saturday. In my mind with the way I think, if something is really fun or cool or just sweet and I have no pictures of it it never really happened. I document everything in my life with pictures. It’s what I do. I know that sounds silly especially because duh, awesome things DO happen and they don’t always get caught on film. It doesn’t make them any less special either. I try to get pictures of everything when I can but this weekend was just different. We were busy living life. I was busy holding my babies or listening to someone tell me something funny. I just didn’t even think about grabbing my camera which happens like twice a year. Maybe. So am I a bit sad today that I don’t have any pictures of our great Father’s Day? A little. The girls had really cute matching outfits on and I wish I would have taken some pictures. But did we have a great family day together? Yes. Hubs told me that all he wanted for Father’s Day was a day with his girls and a night out with me. Well, we didn’t get our night out but he DID get his day with his girls.
He’s the kind of father to our babies that I dreamed of when I was younger. I’d sit and daydream in highschool about the man who would father my children and grow old with me and when I met Hubs he was all those things. He’s tender and sweet with them. He makes them laugh. We all know Hannah prefers his cuddles to mine or pretty much anyone elses. When she was little she used to always say she was going to marry Daddy. She’d always tell me that she was jealous of me and that he was HER Daddy. Well sweetie, yes he is. And even now, as she’s growing out of that phase and wants to marry Justin Bieber now, she still has her daddy. He’s always right there.
Just like he’s always been.
And Livie? She’s young still but even now I can tell that she’s got a little love affair starting with him and I’m already looking forward to the days when she tells me in her baby talk that he’s HER Daddy and NOT mine. This weekend marked a first for our baby girl. She’s been starting to understand a lot more and say a lot more. I remember 18 months marking a big milestone for Hannah as far as talking and understanding went so as Livie nears that mark, she’s starting to really listen and grasp what we’re saying. She was whining and crabby and I told her to go find her Daddy and tell him. She looked up at me and kind of said “Ok Mom” with her eyes, turned around, and started yelling “DADADADADADA” til she found him and reached her arms up to him for him to pick her up. Of course I immediately ran over to Hubs and said “OMG! Did you hear her? I told her to find you and she did! Did you hear her saying your name?!” And he was smiling and said “Yep!”
I could tell he was proud.
So yes, our Father’s Day was sweet. Just like he (and I!) wanted. No, there were no pictures. Good thing I usually do take lots so I had plenty in reserves to use for this post…and really, to use whenever I want to marvel at the man I married. We have our moments, Lord knows. And the girls have their moments with him too. But in the end, he’s the perfect Daddy for them. And they know it.
Happy Father’s Day babe. We love you!
Their Dad
I don’t talk about Hubs much on here because of his job. I used to a lot more but since he’s taken on a more stealthy role at work I’ve had to kind of eliminate him from here. I don’t post pictures of him really. I don’t really talk much about him period. BUT he’s here. You can trust me on that one. He’s around. He’s fantastic. He’s the love of my life.
He’s also SUPER hot. My friends that have seen him can vouch for that. I like to tell him that I think that about him. This past weekend we had a date night. It was a LONG time coming. I was so super excited. We dressed up in nice shirts and as we all loaded in the car to take the girls to his mom’s house, I told him “Well hello handsome” as he sat in his seat. Immediately Hannah piped up in the back. “MOM! Don’t say that stuff around me!”
Which prompted this tweet:
So I got to thinking. For years Hannah was so jealous of me when it came to Hubs. I couldn’t sit in his lap or even hug him without her running over to break us up. He was HER daddy. She was NOT going to share.
They’ve always had a bond I was jealous of, to be honest. Yes, I’m her mother and that is something no one else can be. But he’s her father. And THAT was something that I could never be. But through my occassional jealousy I moreso felt happy. And grateful. My dad wasn’t a huge presence in my life. He didn’t take the time that Hubs does with the girls. My dad wasn’t someone that I wasn’t willing to share with anyone. Maybe now, yes. But back when he was alive…before I realized that I realized, it wasn’t that way. And I prayed and begged God to send me a man that WOULD be that way with my babies…especially if I did have girls. Having an involved dad as a girl/woman….it’s so important. I didn’t have that. My girls do.
So Hannah’s comment from the backseat made us laugh. And made me think about how she’s growing up. Yes, Hubs is still someone big in her life. But now she’s willing to share. She doesn’t mind if she sees us kiss. She’s ok with Hubs giving Livie attention. I think Livie coming is what actually changed how she viewed his relationships with other people. She had to grow up a lot after she became a big sister. She had to learn to share him. And since she had to share him with Livie, she was ok with sharing him with me. To hear her be grossed out though about me saying that comment? Oh man, it made me think of a big girl. A 11 year old girl who’s mortified if her parents are around her and her friends, let alone if they hugged or *GASP* even kissed in front of her and her friends. We are headed that way folks. THOSE years. The years I dread. The years when I’m not cool anymore. The years when in her eyes, Hubs will be hovering too much when before it was fun. So I’m soaking in the last few years before she turns into a “tween”. And I’m sure Hubs is too.
In the meantime, we have this little girl who’s got her dad wrapped around her finger too.
She was only a few months old here. Even then, she knew what was what. We know we’ve got at least 6 more good years of thinking we are awesome.
Because we are.
Marriage trips
So reflecting back on what I said on Wednesday—Hubs and I thrive on our time alone. I’m a firm believer in couples having time to themselves without other people…without kids. JUST with eachother. Before Livie came, we had this a lot. At least once a week. And any time we DIDN’T have that one night a week, well let’s just say we could tell. We bickered more. We nitpicked more. And then I’d say ” Oh yeah! We haven’t had date night in a couple weeks. NO WONDER!” When Becky and Hubs don’t have time alone Becky and Hubs get a little crazy.
True story.
When Livie came, those date nights came few and far between. For one, she was so attached to me. For another, Hubs’ mom wasn’t too interested in having a tiny baby overnight like she did when she had Hannah overnight because Hannah’s 7 now and she’s moved on past that stage. Plus Livie isn’t the 1st grandkid like Hannah was either. I understood that so we just didn’t have many nights alone. Really, ANY time alone. Then Livie started letting us lay her down at night and we could have a glass of wine and watch a movie and FINALLY have time together to just BE together before we went to bed. And then something changed. MIL started keeping Livie overnight once a week with Hannah. That was 2 months ago. And let me tell you, the improvement in our marriage from just 5 months ago when we started having time alone at night to his mom keeping Livie overnight is major compared to when Livie was about 3 months old and we barely spoke anything but baby talk to eachother. I can now say that having Livie put a strain on our marriage. And it all circled back around to not having time together….not reconnecting at the end of the day…or even at the end of the week.
So this weekend we’re going away together. Just me and him. We haven’t done this since I was 4 months pregnant with Livie. It’s been that long. We used to get trips away together once or even twice a year. It’s been a year and a 1/2 and we NEED it. I realize that not every couple is like us. They don’t HAVE to have time alone to function great together. But this is us I’m talking about. And I’m telling you- WE NEED IT. Promise you.
And that’s really the advice I give to people who ask me what our secret it. It isn’t perfection. It isn’t no arguing or no going to bed mad at eachother, because we do both of those plenty. It’s time alone. It’s dinner alone. It’s movies alone. It’s TV time alone. It’s trips away alone.
With that said, I can’t wait to leave tomorrow.
Marriage talk
Last night Hubs and I forgot that Livie sleeps like crap and I have to get up at 5:30 and we stayed up til 12:15 talking. It’s been AGES since we’ve done that. When you have a baby who sleeps in between you and her sleeping habits suck it’s hard to really want to stay up and talk. Sleep wins every time. For some reason Livie was knocked out last night in some kind of comatose state so we were able to lay in bed and talk to eachother while she slept right next to us. It was bliss in it’s purest form for us. We’ve appreciated Livie’s baby-ness in a different way because we saw how fast Hannah went from Livie’s stage to what she is now. So as we laid there we talked. We got deep. We talked about how my friends will tell me that we’re the perfect couple and our marriage is awesome and if we ever divorced they’d lose faith in marriage. It’s flattering to hear that my friends think that BUT they just have no idea. I’ve said this here before but I don’t put our dirty laundry out there…just let it be known that Hubs and I have our share of issues. BUT it’s still nice to know that people at least respect us as a strong married couple.
Because we are. And that is true.
So our conversation moved to our 11 1/2 years together…how we’ve grown up together…how we became adults together and found our place in life together….how we’ve built this family out of our love for eachother….how we work through A LOT to keep things smooth because while Hannah doesn’t see it now, she’s pretty damn lucky that she has two parents that are still married and in love. Lots of people stay married out of obligation or convenience. We stay married because we are still in love with eachother. Being in love and loving someone are 2 different things. I love Hubs. And I’m IN love with Hubs. He’s IN love with me. I don’t take this for granted. We have our share of differences but at the end of the day, there is no one else we’d rather be with.
Discussing this at 12:07 at night isn’t exactly the norm but I think that every now and then you just have to remind eachother that the other one is still right there next to you and walking beside you.
Different…and Alike
So yesterday I told y’all how Hannah chopped off all her hair. Well she did. And it’s drastically different. If you tweet with me on Twitter, then you probably read my panic attack about it at some point on Thursday. Wednesday evening Hubs’ mom informed me that she wanted to take Hannah to get her hair cut. I said no, absolutely not. And then she reminded me that I only have to do Hannah’s hair twice a week on the weekends and I have time those mornings because we’re not rushed for school. The other 5 days it’s either Hubs or his mom who’s doing her hair and they’re rushed. Not to mention that Hannah’s hair is way high maitenance. It needs to be blow dried and flat ironed to look decent. It used to be crazy curly when she was a baby and it’s straightened out so much but now it has this funky wave thing going on. It’s just not cute. So I finally agreed to the hair cut. When I was texted a picture of Hannah holding up a pony tail of her hair that was gone, I about fainted. But then I got home and saw her hair which was SO adorable and she told me how she donated it to Locks of Love. How awesome is that?
Want to know who looks alike though? That’d be Hubs and Livie. I compared these 2 photos where they’re about the same age.
Um, yeah. Besides their noses, they’re twins. It’s craziness. If I didn’t birth her myself I would not be convinced that she’s my child.
But with the differences and likenesses this weekend, one thing stayed the same- Hannah loves her baby sister.
Another thing that stays the same- siblings and how they treat eachother. She’s not even 1 yet and Hannah’s giving her bunny ears. I really love being a mom. This is why 
Why I'm manic
Besides not being able to make up my mind about many things in life, if you’ve read my blog for long enough, you know that I’m quite manic when it comes to this thing. I’ve went back and forth from it being public to private and now public again. It took me months to decide to move it to wordpress from blogger. I then decided that I wanted nicknames for my husband and kids because I wanted them to have anonymity. There is just one problem with this…I can’t freakin think in my head that these are their names. What I mean is that I’ll type a whole post and then realize OH CRAP I put their real names and then I’ll have to go back and edit. Not to mention all the times I’ve put their names in my tweets and then remember that duh, a lot of twitterers read my blog. It’s a crazy vicious ride. I think I want off.
Princess Jenn so nicely moved my blog for me and spent hundreds of hours a lot of time changing all the real names into nicknames. Wasn’t that nice of her? So I won’t blame her when she wants to beat me. If/When we ever meet in person, I will personally hug her neck for all she’s done for me. I’m not going to go back through this whole blog and all 800 something posts. BUT I am going to just start now. Like not use the nicknames.
Except for Hubs. Because 1. I like the way Hubs sounds and 2. It’s probably better for his job that I DON’T use his name.
Now, we really do call the girls Nettie and Nimmie as nicknames. We’re weird like that. I know that Nettie sounds nothing like Hannah. And Nimmie sounds kinda like Livie (short for Olivia) but that’s how we roll. Hubs’ mom makes up random nicknames for our kids and we just stick with them. They flow, I guess.
Anyway yes, should I feel the need to go back to nicknames I hereby swear to Princess Jenn that I will NOT make her help with it. Cross my heart, hope to die
No rainbows or unicorns here
I think the full moon is getting to me. Actually, it’s getting to other people around me. It’s causing them to be moronic and idiotic and I just want to bitch slap people. Seriously.
Why does Hubs think he should play in a midnight softball league once a week? I’m not getting if maybe I’m being irrational or if he is. I personally think there’s no reason for him to be out til the middle of the night once a week, no matter what he’s doing. He could be on his knees at church and I’d be upset about him strolling in at 2 or 3 am. I’d like to think I’m reasonable. I let him hang out with his friends and go have a few drinks with them. I’m ok with this. I’m never ok with coming home at 2 am. Whether it’s because he’s out with friends or if he’s playing softball. Please tell me I’m not being irrational. I just don’t like it. It never occurs to me to find ANYTHING to do that involves ME coming home at that time. He says he wouldn’t care but then again he doesn’t know what it’s like to be home waiting for me to stroll in because I DON’T DO IT. EVER.
*sigh* Maybe I’m hormonal. Maybe I’m being totally ridiculous. Or maybe I’m right. Either way, as you can see, no happy jolly unicorns here today.
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