Thankful

I think I know what Flower meant at lunch on Friday when she asked God to please keep Mommy and Daddy together. Dear Husband had a minor incident on his way home from town Saturday afternoon which could very easily have been a major accident.

DH bought new tires for the Expedition last Tuesday. He drove the Expedition home Tuesday, to work on Wednesday, and then left it sitting at his office until Saturday when got back from Idaho. DH returned his work truck to his office and met the girls and I to get groceries and a pumpkin to carve. We needed one last item so he went to another store and the girls and I went home with the groceries.

I had just finished putting away the groceries when DH called to say his rig broke down. He didn’t sound very happy and I don’t blame him. He was half way home when three bolts were sheared off of his rear driver side wheel and the back end of the Expedition started fishtailing all over the road.

Fortunately he was able to slow down and stop. He found three lug nuts on the interstate, the fourth came off in his hand and the last one was still on the bolt but he could loosen it easily with his hand. Apparently whoever put the new tires on forgot to tighten the lug nuts.

There is no doubt in my mind that God was watching over DH. I can’t even think about what might have happened if the last two bolts had sheared off and the wheel had come off at 80 mph. It makes you stop and think about what’s really important in life. I didn’t worry about how messy the house was last weekend, I was thankful we were all home safely.

Living with Girls

I’ve mentioned this before but the girls have picked up my perpetual morning slowness. We try to get ready for the following day before we go to bed at night in hopes to make our mornings faster. One thing we do is pick our clothes and lay them out before we go to bed.

Last night Princess couldn’t find anything to wear….partly because I left a load of clothes in the dryer, and mostly because she will only wear the same four pair of undies, socks and pants.

Dear Husband was downstairs so I called down and asked him to please get the items of clothes Princess was looking for out of the dryer and bring them upstairs. He brought up the pants and shirt Princess wanted with a pair of Flower’s undies.

I gave him a hard time for picking the smallest pair in the dryer while holding up the size 3 underwear. He headed back downstairs in search of a pair for Princess. He returned with two pair because he couldn’t tell which were the correct undies: one pair of mine and one pair of Princess’s underwear.

Princess giggled at the thought of wearing my underwear. I thanked DH for the compliment….as if my big bum would really fit in Princess’s underwear even though I know he brought them both to save himself another trip downstairs in the event he guessed wrong again. I think sorting laundry has become too much for DH now that Flower is wearing underwear….

He Reads My Mind

Last fall I wanted some brown shoes. I have a pair of brown pants that are too short to wear with my “every day” brown shoes because they have a small heel. I was looking for a pair of suede or leather casual shoes that were comfortable for walking but dressy enough to wear to work with slacks.

My co-worker had a pair from Lands End that I really liked and at the end of the summer they were on sale. I ordered a pair in my size and they were huge. I thought about exchanging them for a smaller size but they were very wide and probably wouldn’t have fit anyway.

So I gave up on the brown shoes. Wednesday I needed some moisturizer so I ran over to the mall. On my way to the cosmetic counter I noticed a horde of women in the shoe department. I heard someone say they were having a 70% of sale on last season’s shoes. I made a quick detour by the rack with shoes my size.

I saw a really cute pair of brown shoes and I wanted to try them on but didn’t have time. I’m trying to cut back on the impulse buying, although I could have got around that because I’ve been “shopping” for brown shoes for months so I don’t think it would qualify as an impulse item….right?

I picked up my moisturizer and headed back to work. I didn’t think about the brown shoes again.

Last night when I got home from work the girls met me at the door with an early birthday gift. Dear Husband had ordered something he wanted me to try on in case it was the wrong size and needed to be exchanged.

I opened the gift and to my delight were the exact same brown shoes I saw at the mall. Even though I give DH a hard time for never listening to me, deep down I know he really does pay attention.

Painting the Playroom

Princess: Daddy, can I paint?

Princess: Daddy, can I paint?

Princess: Daddy, it doesn't look that hard, why can't I paint?

Princess: Daddy, can I paint now?

Princess: Daddy, why can't I paint?

Princess: PLEASE!!!!!

Princess's pleading continued for what seemed like forever so Daddy finally gave in and let her paint the small wall between the door and the closet. She was ecstatic. We painted this color in case you are wondering and it turned out very nice. Daddy is a fantastic painter.

Sometimes He Has a One Track Mind

Dear Husband got home from his hunting trip last night. He got a nice 6x6 bull and he is very proud of it. We had to take a pickup to town this morning so the girls and I followed DH to town so he could drop off the pickup.

DH then did the morning drop off circuit in reverse. My office, Princess's school, Flower to daycare. Since I didn't have a vehicle at work DH had to pick up Princess after school and take her to daycare. I called him to make sure he didn't get sidetracked. He said he was on his way so I asked him how the drop off went this morning. He began telling me it went fine and they didn't care about the extra meat, at which point I went, huh? Then he realized we were talking about different drop offs....I was asking about the girls and he was talking about his elk.

Sometimes I forgot his world revolves around hunting this time of year :)

Flower The Entertainer

Let me set the scene. The girls and I are sitting at the counter finishing up our dinner tonight. Daddy has already finished and is cleaning up the kitchen. He has the water running in the sink and Princess is talking.

Flower "Daddy"

Pause.

Flower "Daddy"

Pause

Flower "DADDY! Listen me! I tell you something!" (Me laughing in the background)

Daddy (standing directly in front of Flower) "Yes Flower?"

Flower "I tell you something."

Daddy "What?"

Flower (with a mischievous grin) "Ummmm"

Long pause. Now that she has his attention she doesn't know what to tell him so she sings a bunch of jumbled words to a tune she made up instead. Flower is our little entertainer.

Happy 90th Birthday Great Grandpa!

July is a busy birthday month for us. Grandpa, Great Grandpa, and Dear Husband are July babies. DH and I were married on Great Grandpa's birthday 13 years ago. We reminisced over a bottle of wine and chicken alfredo last night. It was lovely.

Before I get on with the purpose of this post, I'm going to take a moment to brag a bit. DH and I have been married for 13 years but we've been together since the 80s. I know, that makes us really old. November 1989 to be exact so this winter we'll celebrate 20 years of togetherness. Seems like a long time but it's flow by rather quickly. I wonder where we'll be 20 years from now?

Back to my original post. Yesterday Great Grandpa (my grandpa) turned 90 years old. He's amazing. I might go as far as calling him my hero. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know. No matter what happens he always makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world. Most, if not all, of my childhood memories involve my grandpa and I would not be the person I am today without him.

My mom and my aunt planned a party for my grandpa last weekend. The girls and I spent most of the week at my parents house with Auntie C, Future Uncle P, and Cousin H. The big bash was on Saturday and over 100 people came to help us celebrate. We had a wonderful day visiting with family and friends. The most repeated phrase at the party was "I hope I look half as good as Grandpa when I'm that age." Here's to another year Gramps! I love you! K-

Flower Girls....

....and Daddy.

An Early Birthday Present

The three people who read my blog know my birthday is coming up. Last week Hubby ordered a couple things from one of his favorite websites for me. To make a long story short, he has made numerous attempts in the past to purchase clothes for me, some online and some local, and 9 times out of 10 he nails it. I don't know of many guys who would even attempt to purchase pants and jeans for their wife in the first place, not to mention get the size and fit correct. I know, I know, I am incredibly spoiled and I know it!

A few weeks ago we were downtown at our favorite brewery enjoying a pint with my sister and I commented on a pair of green cords another girl was wearing. So my dear Hubby went shopping for a pair of cords for me. They arrived last week and he wanted me to try them on to make sure they fit. Unfortunately they were a little too snug.....nothing that losing a couple pounds would fix but I just don't time for that right now so we returned them for the next size up. They arrived Wednesday and I wore them to work yesterday. They are fabulous! It still amazes me that Hubby has such a knack for picking pants for me.

I'm not the type to do much online shopping, and I've never written a review for an item I have purchased. I like to read reviews written by others when I'm interested in making a purchase, but I never write anything myself. So today I filled out the review form and posted it. I guess this blogging thing is making me a little more adventurous! My review is below for your viewing pleasure.