After The I Do’s: A Valentine’s Fairytale

In honor of Valentine’s Day and my amazing husband who has blessed me with more than I ever dreamed possible, the ability to stay at home, my children and supports me whole-heartedly in all my pursuits, I am re-posting my ‘After The I Do’s’ post. It’s his favorite post, and my original love letter to him.


June 2, 2001

Why I named this After The I Do’s. Well it’s a good question, here’s the answer.
In a fairy tale; the wedding, the I Do’s is always where it ends.. at happily ever after. Well, in my opinion, the “I Do’s” is not the ending, but merely the beginning of the amazing journey, the happily and medioc”rily” every after. ( yeah it’s a me word, deal with it)
Is it always a fairytale… hell no. But it’s sure never boring.
I had a great life before, but it really began…. After the I Do’s.
The I Do’s gave me depth and dimension.
He was already mine, so to speak. We were practically married as we were living in sin and all.. but we weren’t married and that’s the point. The I Do’s bonded us. We pledged before friends, family and God to be forever, to support each other, to be the sounding board, the supporter, the lover, the best friend. It’s a serious thing and at the same time the coolest trip you’ll ever take. I always said, “It’s just a piece of paper.” But come on, I was raised on these fairy tales and who was I kidding? Exactly.. nobody. But, little did I know just exactly how much “the I Do’s” really meant and what they would mean. They changed nothing and everything all at the same time.
My trip has been going on for nearly seven years (eightmarried, 11 together) now and I’m not an expert.
We argue.. we laugh.. we produced two amazingly beautiful and so far, funny kids. We laugh, we pout, we ignore.. but most of all we communicate.. we talk.. we laugh.. we share.
This is where the fairytales always end with the veil and the tux and the horse drawn pumpkin carriage.
I got my Prince Charming and I thank God every day that he didn’t let me screw it up, he rescued me, not from a fire breathing dragon… but from myself. (Thanks honey)
In a fairytale the kiss always saves the princess… well in this fairynotsomuch tale… the kiss gets the princess’ attention.. but the heart and the humor that is what sealed the deal.


June 2, 2001

My other two Valentines: Princess and Monkey: You make me a better person, you bring me joy and laughter and fill places of my heart that I didn’t know were empty. I never knew that I possessed love like you have shown me. For now and for always know that your smiles light the darkest corners, your laughter brings rainbows and the sound of your ‘I love You’s’ is more beautiful to me than any melody.
You are my most precious gifts and greatest accomplishments and I feel blessed to be your Mom:

princess

Monkey

I am FAILmom

So tonight I was ironing Nate’s clothes.

Did you just pick yourself up off the floor? Because, ya, if you know anything about me, you know I DON’T iron.  But, I love my hubby and I have a new Mac and a new iphone and stargazer lilies. So pick your jaw up off the floor, quit laughing and help me.

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Princess looks at me and says: “Why did the chicken cross the road”

Me: “what?”

Princess: “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Because I am a total FAIL, I say: “To get to the other side”

She giggles: “NO.  Because he wanted to”

Y’all. My kid fell on the floor giggling at herself.

Then, she turned the tables on me and the best I could come up with was, (and I am actually mortified at this so SHUT UP and help me):

Me: ” What did the boy ghost say to the girl ghost?”

*I know*

Her: ” I don’t know Mom, what”

Me: ” I think you’re Boo-tiful”

da-da-da-dum * I know, I know*  {hanging head in shame}

Princess, giggled hysterically and then prodded me for more and y’all, I’m blank.

I am on my knees. PLEASE help me.  I know that y’all have been here before.  Y’all see that pathetic excuse for a joke up there, HALP me!!!  I am a total FAILmom right now.

Please, share your cheesiest, silliest, goofiest jokes. I need them.  My 5 year old is hounding and my momnesia is looming.

Please don’t let me be a total failure here.  HELP!!!!

princess and flowers

It’s Never Dull in The Fairytale Household

Or: Why We Shouldn’t Be Allowed in Public.

We have had many bloody incidents in this family: There was the time Princess attacked the fireplace and When Monkey tried to shave his tongue, but all these incidents happened at home. We had a doozie last night, in public.
I call this one: Monkey vs The BBQ pit.

As a part of Nathan’s birthday/valentine’ gift I got him a gift card to Academy so that he could buy himself a Kayak that he’s been drooling over. The plan was to meet him up there, get his kayak and then go have dinner. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans… We got to Academy and went into the back room where they keep all the kayaks, Princess took off running when she saw him and Monkey followed suit.
Except Monkey didn’t follow Princess exactly, he ran a bit to the left, but he ran, full speed and didn’t see the grate jutting out from one of the bbq pits.

TWHANG!!! SMACK!! SCREAM.

THWANG. the sound of Monkey’s head slamming into the grate
SMACK. the sound Monkey’s body made slamming into the ground.
SCREAM. the sound from Monkey’s mouth, bloodcurdling and frightened

I ran to him and saw it, the gaping bloody slash just below his eyebrow. His eyebrow had been split open.

Monkey Head Owie

The people at Academy were wonderful. They were quick to action, very caring and wonderful with the kids.

Monkey’s head bled like you wouldn’t believe and puffed up within seconds. He looked like he’d gone a couple of rounds with Tyson, but true to form once he got over the initial pain and fright… he was charming everyone and talking.
“I owie” “I boo boo” “I do it Mommy” He wouldn’t let us blot the blood anymore, he wanted to do it. Then he would grin at us and look at the blood on the napkin “Yook Mommy, Owie, I do it”

He is recovering well today and although his eye is puffy and the gash is less than pretty, it’s healing, he’s recovered and the only casualty was my sweater and the little piece of my sanity that shook loose when I saw my son flying backwards and slamming into the ground.

The Day After

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