May 18, 2008
Note/Update: MountainSport Man actually read my recent post about him...SHOCKER...because the guy hates to read anything over 2 paragraphs...he'd rather just look at pictures...it's not that he's not smart...just the opposite...it's that he would rather fill his time up with other things. Pictures is a quick fix and he can get the gist of the story.
Seeing how the post was about him, I guess he took the time to read it, because on Wednesday, before I left to fly up North for my GNO, MountainSport Man said, "Thanks for making me sound like a jerk on your blog"...
I was like, "Well the truth hurts mister!" no, I kid
what I really said was,
"Oh, I didn't mean for it to make you sound like a jerk, I was trying to get the point across that we both have different ways that we want to be loved and we love each other the way we want and not the way the other wants..."
He rolled his eyes and said, "well it still sounded like I was a big jerk, regardless of what you meant by it" then he nuzzled my neck, kissed my ear, then my cheek, and then my lips, and said, "I don't care...I know I'm not Mr. Sensitive" then he laughed.
After I caught my breath I said...
well never mind that...
my point is...
my husband is NOT a jerk...he's kind, does a lot of things for me, is an incredible father, and is getting better at loving me the way I want to be loved...it's a work in progress...and to be completely honest...I pretty much SUCK at loving him the way he would like...massages, scratching the back, and impromptu, always on the mind, guy stuff! But this blog is written solely by me...so it's centered around ME, which is why I am obsessed OVERLY DEDICATED to it!
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming:
Every Sunday we get ourselves up, MountainSport Man being the sprite he is in the morning is usually up before any of us...although, DCar, sometimes is up at the crack of dawn like his Dad!
MSM begins the morning by making breakfast for everyone...it's usually pancakes and they usually have some sort of food coloring in them...and he usually has pancake art out of more than one pancake, such as, Mickey Mouse, spiders, and snakes--Oh My! Sorry couldn't resist.
If I manage to wake my over tired body up at the same time as my husband, I get a say in breakfast, and I usually demand request French Toast! Since that is very rare, we usually end up with pancakes and over easy eggs.
Then we get ready for church. We shower, rush around like chickens with our heads cutt off, and run, trip, stumble, push, and shove, our way out to the car with "Church Bag" in tow (church bag: filled with silent things to play with or do during church...books, coloring, figurines...oh and snacks...lots of snacks...for the little ones of course, and an extra pair of underwear for PeePs, just in case!)
The kids leave with Mammy and Bampa because I am usually the last one getting ready...my hair takes longer...and my attention is always pulled here and there, so it seems that I am never ready when it's time to go. OKay, ALL justifications, but that is my story and I'm sticking to it!
MSM and I walk into church usually while they are singing and sit down at the saved sits that my Mom and Grandma have saved, with each kid taking a seat on one of our laps, or squished in right next to us. After opening exercises and sacrament, this is what I usually see, so I had to take a picture of it. I really wish I knew my Great-Grandparents as well as my kids are getting to know theirs! Such a tender sight!
PeePs' Great-Grandma M. drawing with her!
PeePs is looking up at Bampa on the stand.
But not for too long...she is back to watching Great-Grandma...who is an excellent artist!
Every Sunday this is what I get to see...Great-Grandma M. has always brought some extra paper and a pencil, and PeePs usually crawls off my lap after the passing of the sacrament, to sit by her Great-Grandma so they can draw together! So cute!
MSM was totally embarrassed that I whipped out my Verizon Wireless Chocolate phone to snap a picture of them...but hey, my mind works in Blog mode...if I see a moment, I want to capture it and share it with all of you!
Do you remember any of your Great Granparents?
Love, Shelle
This happened this morning...I signed PeePs up for a Mini Chef class. It starts at 9:00am. PeePs is my sleeper...if you wake her up before her body alarm goes off then your in for a whiny, very indepedent, and irrational little girl...my husband says she reminds him of me...rude...but true...
So I woke her up saying, "PeePs, you get to go to class just like DCar...you are such a big girl! You have to wake up!"
She stretched and grunted and curled her toes and gave a little whine...then sat up from her "stink bug" position (face turned one way or the other with bum sticking up in air and laying on her knees) and looked at me through her hair over her face and said, "I not got to class Mom, I go swimming first...oh tay?...this is see-wee-us...I go swimming, then I go to c-wass".
I started laughing and said, "No you go to class first, PeePs, now get out of bed so I can get you ready!"
This is where she proceeded to throw herself on her bed, pull her covers over her head, and yelled, "I no get ready...I go swimming...O.TAY. MOM!"
You know I won...and she has gone to her Mini Chef class...but where they heck did she decide that swimming was the activity that HAD to happen first thing today?
PeePs' Great-Grandma M. drawing with her!
PeePs is looking up at Bampa on the stand.
But not for too long...she is back to watching Great-Grandma...who is an excellent artist!
