Hubby

Today is our Ninth Anniversary.

to my little boys' daddy. who is very good daddy, indeed.

And to my Dad. who I love very much.

Two weeks after Marlowe's birthday, we celebrated our eighth anniversary. This past Monday.
It's been four years since we've moved to Philly. Going out for our anniversary was one of the first things we did when we got here. I was hugely pregnant. Four years later, half of marriage later, we have two kids.

Well, Jeannette was in Lancaster to relax. I was there to work. Ellis went off with Nick so that I could hang shelves unencumbered. Of course, I wasn't finished before E returned, so he ended up helping me with the last stages of the work. He actually was quite good with the drill. I held it and he pulled the trigger. He got the low screws and I got the high ones.

This morning, E and I were out the door bright and early for my weekly midwife appointment. All is well. We're just waiting. I measured 35 cm, which is a nice size. I asked if she thought he was engaged (in the pelvis) yet, but she said she didn't expect him to be until after I started labor, he was sitting nicely in the dip, though.

Yet another rare appearance by Dad!

Ever see Das Boot, or Crimson Tide? The Hunt for Red October doesn't count, because it doesn't really convey the reality of daily life on a submarine. It's excruciatingly boring, characterized by much olfactory discomfort, governed by very strict rules of economy, and only occasionally interrupted by periods of spine crushing intensity.

here's another post about The Husband. (See, I'm blogging twice about you.)

For over a year, we've been a one car fam. It's worked out pretty well. Every once in awhile there's a little glitch, but mostly it's fine. I'm kind of proud of the fact. But it does leave you desperate quickly if something should happen to one car, and though we do have access to public transportation, it's not quite as convenient as it would be if we lived more in the city.

in honor of hubby, who complained today that I never blogged about him. sheesh, thought I was doing him a favor. haha

Scene: yesterday driving around.

I love Val Day. I think it's fun. I love the homemade valentines, cookies (because usually I never got around to decorating C'mas cookies, so it's my time to redeem myself), and a yummy dinner with hubby. We don't make a big, expensive holiday. But I like the opportunity to do something a little extra special. We actually ended up celebrating the day after this year, because it was more convenient.

We had some little kids over yesterday for a little Valentine's party.

This week has not been in a shining point in my career of motherhood. My 2 1/2yo is developing a particular kind of relationship with stores that doesn't enable typical adult shopping. I'm either going to never take him shopping again, or strap him to my person next time there's something we absolutely need.