I have to admit that although in elementary school Valentine's day was my favorite holiday. I have not been able to understand the purpose of it in my older years. This year the light has clicked and I completely understand. It is a survival holiday, and boy has it made our week better! Let me just tell explain my theory (sorry I tend to get long winded, a story especially one explaining a theory) will never be a Reader's Digest version. Feel free to skip this post or just skim through it. Theory:
Fall is such a fun time of year, the season changes, which is always exciting and a much needed change, at least for me, it doesn't really matter the season I just love the way life changes with each new season. Then you have Halloween which leads you into Thanksgiving and the wonderful holiday of Christmas. Whether or not you travel or see family there are so many exciting wonderful things going on throughout fall. Then comes the let down after Christmas, but it is okay because, you are making New Year's resolutions, enjoying some calm and peace after such an eventful fall. It is a month that is full of grand intentions. Then February hits and instanly your brain says winter is almost over and soon spring will be here. Yet the cold fronts keep coming, the grand intentions get a little old, and frankly, life is boring, mundane and blah. Then Bam, you get hit with Valentine's day, a holiday made for showing love to whomever, eating yummy chocolate and strawberries (which I noticed there were none of in the grocery store this morning, can you imagine a grocery store all out of strawberries), having cinnamon rolls for breakfast, wearing red and hearts (which is a shape I am not usually a fan of, yet I love them on Valentine's day). With the rise of the sun, cupid takes out the monotany of winter, helps us realize we are loved and appreciated, and gives us new hope to wait for spring. I feel like the sun is shining and I am ready to go. There you have it my theory on Valentine's day.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
couple tag
I was tagged or rather we were tagged so here it goes
How long have you been together? We were married August of 2000
How long did you date? 10 months plus a couple more (we dated for 10 months after Swifty's mssion and a couple before his mission)
How old is he? 29
Who eats more? Swifty, unless it is a bag of treats!
Who said "I love you" first? Pre-mission I said it first (and he reciprocated, but then had to think about it in private). Post mission I was wiser, and much more unsure, Swifty said it first then, and I had to think about it.
Who is taller? Swifty
Who sings better? Swifty
Who is smarter? That all depends on what kind of smart you're talking about; books, definitely Swifty. Common Sense, (he will argue this), its me. (He definitely argues this)
Who does the laundry? I do, Swifty will always help if I ask or it is really overdue (probably because he runs out of underwear).
Who does the dishes? Usually me, but he gets his occasional turn.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do, so I can get to the kids first.
Who pays the bills? I do
Who mows the lawn? Our townhome association
Who cooks dinner? I usually do, but there are a few dishes that only Dad cooks! I will say that he is the better cook, I am just home so the job falls on my shoulders, or we wouldn't eat until 10:00 every night.
Who is more stubborn? I am stubborn more often, but when Swifty decides to be stubborn he is way more stubborn
Who kissed who first? Swifty kissed me first
Who asked who out? We started out as friends and it sort of led into a relationship, so asking out really never happened.
Who is more sensitive? ME!
Who has more friends? I do
Who has more siblings? Swifty, I have 2 he has 4
Who wears the pants in the relationship? Swifty would say me, however if he really cares about something, and his argument is pretty convicing, I would say him.
Who are you tagging? I think we will end it here. Unless any of you want to take a crack at it.
How long have you been together? We were married August of 2000
How long did you date? 10 months plus a couple more (we dated for 10 months after Swifty's mssion and a couple before his mission)
How old is he? 29
Who eats more? Swifty, unless it is a bag of treats!
Who said "I love you" first? Pre-mission I said it first (and he reciprocated, but then had to think about it in private). Post mission I was wiser, and much more unsure, Swifty said it first then, and I had to think about it.
Who is taller? Swifty
Who sings better? Swifty
Who is smarter? That all depends on what kind of smart you're talking about; books, definitely Swifty. Common Sense, (he will argue this), its me. (He definitely argues this)
Who does the laundry? I do, Swifty will always help if I ask or it is really overdue (probably because he runs out of underwear).
Who does the dishes? Usually me, but he gets his occasional turn.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do, so I can get to the kids first.
Who pays the bills? I do
Who mows the lawn? Our townhome association
Who cooks dinner? I usually do, but there are a few dishes that only Dad cooks! I will say that he is the better cook, I am just home so the job falls on my shoulders, or we wouldn't eat until 10:00 every night.
Who is more stubborn? I am stubborn more often, but when Swifty decides to be stubborn he is way more stubborn
Who kissed who first? Swifty kissed me first
Who asked who out? We started out as friends and it sort of led into a relationship, so asking out really never happened.
Who is more sensitive? ME!
Who has more friends? I do
Who has more siblings? Swifty, I have 2 he has 4
Who wears the pants in the relationship? Swifty would say me, however if he really cares about something, and his argument is pretty convicing, I would say him.
Who are you tagging? I think we will end it here. Unless any of you want to take a crack at it.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
A Dirty Trick!
So KB has really been into helping me with the cleaning, as long as she can spray or use a cleaning wipe she is a happy camper. However, I am a little bit of a basket case, something about an unpredictable three year old and a spray bottle filled with cleaner makes me a little skittish. I am still trying to take full advantage of this wonderful help (while I have it). I decided to use vinegar and have KB help me mop the floor. She was ecstatic, after all she was wearing the "perfect cleaning clothes" (she loves swimming suits, in fact we just got one with a little skirt on it, and wow, it is worn under all sorts of clothes, regardless of how cold it is outside :)) She was doing a really good job helping me until she had to go to the potty, she went, came back, and resumed her work, however when I looked over I got this wonderful view and had a hard time continuing with my job in between my giggling! You gotta love kids!
In case you all don't understand that is her underwear around her legs. The best part is it never bothered her. I asked if she needed help and she replied "no its okay". She proceeded to play and play. She is so funny!
Is it Happy, grumpy......
NOPE... SLEEPY!!
Okay, okay, so a lot of life has happened since our last update. Swifty went to Mexico with a group from the Methodist church on a service mission, something he has done the last 3 years. I think it is by far one of the highlights of his year. On a weekend such as this one with Swifty being in Mexico and me being home with the kids, I tend to over schedule activities so we don't miss Daddy to
o much. I am guessing that this particular weekend I scheduled too much! My sweet little boy that does not like to sleep anywhere but in his own bed with his Lion, fell asleep while eating his lunch. It was so cute that I had to take some pictures before rescuing him and putting him in bed.
Okay, okay, so a lot of life has happened since our last update. Swifty went to Mexico with a group from the Methodist church on a service mission, something he has done the last 3 years. I think it is by far one of the highlights of his year. On a weekend such as this one with Swifty being in Mexico and me being home with the kids, I tend to over schedule activities so we don't miss Daddy to
o much. I am guessing that this particular weekend I scheduled too much! My sweet little boy that does not like to sleep anywhere but in his own bed with his Lion, fell asleep while eating his lunch. It was so cute that I had to take some pictures before rescuing him and putting him in bed.
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