My Husband Rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
You didn’t get one of these posts last week, since we were both so busy with Best Friend’s wedding. You checked my blog all day Friday, looking for it, and finally announced that you supposed you weren’t getting a “My Husband Rocks” this week. Well, this one counts for two … 🙂
On the Saturday before last, I woke up with a plan. It felt like the whole summer was going to be gone before we knew it, and I was determined to get to the beach at least once. I wanted to walk on the sand, build a castle, and get at least my feet in the water. You had to work in the afternoon, so it would need to be a quick trip. I pounced on you and begged you to get up, and we started packing for the drive.
The drive to the beach was fun. You laughed at me when the winding roads made me feel sick, and we both exclaimed at Little Dog — sticking her head out the window, thrilled with the salty sea air.
When we hit the sand, she took off as fast as she could. She had never felt the sand under her paws before, and she was wild. You were crazy enough to get in the freezing water, and she cried when you ducked under the waves and disappeared from her sight. We stood shivering, up to our ankles, and grinned and waved as you got deeper and deeper. I couldn’t believe how brave you were, to bear that cold!
We don’t own pails and shovels yet — not until we need them for little hands — so we brought Tupperware and a plastic popcorn bucket from our Transformers date. You helped me make a castle, and we just laughed when Little Dog tromped straight through it, oblivious.
Thank you for a wonderful morning.
Love, your wife
xoxo
xoxo
Twin talk
I have always wanted twins.
Some people think I’m crazy, but it’s true. I do. Twins fascinate me. I used to wish desperately that Little Sis and I were twins, instead of being four-and-a-half years apart.
Ever since my dream about the twins — Emma and Hannah — I have been thinking long and hard about twins. My limited knowledge of twins was that I thought fraternal twins ran in families, and identical twins could just randomly happen to anyone.
Well, thanks to Wikipedia, I’ve got the 101 on twins — for anyone looking for/hoping for Double Trouble:
- They don’t really use the word “fraternal” anymore. It’s just “identical” and “non-identical.”
- Identical twins are when a single egg divides. This does not appear to be herititary (woohoo!), and can happen to anyone.
FraternalNon-identical twins are when two eggs are implanted on the wall of your uterus. If it runs on your (the woman’s) side of the family, you have a good chance.- Women undergoing fertility treatments have a greater chance of conceiving non-identical twins — or even three or more babies (see: Gosselin, Kate)
- Women over 35 also have a greater chance of having non-identical twins, because their eggs get anxious and start shooting out more (or something scientific)
Well, twins do not run in my family, unfortunately. And I’m not 35. So I guess I can keep my fingers crossed for the it-can-happen-to-anyone identical twin egg division.
What do you think? Am I crazy for wanting twins?
Emma and Hannah
I have re-discovered my obsession with the public library — which, admittedly, is cheaper than my obsession with the used bookshop.
When I took out a book the other day — OK, 12 books — one of them had the most amazing surprise tucked inside the pages …
An index card, adorned with penciled hearts, that read:
Emma,
Thank you for passing me the markers!
From: Your Friend, Hannah
Not surprisingly, that night I dreamed of twins named Emma and Hannah. They were two years old. Emma had blonde hair like Darling Husband, and Hannah had dark hair like me, but they had very similar faces. They were perfect little girls, with perfect little names.
Maybe it’s a sign!
Food for thought
In the interest of posterity, I feel the need to say …
- Even though I was running late this morning, I insisted — insisted — that I re-heat some bacon and scramble an egg.
- So I did. I ate it off a paper plate on the drive to work.
- A few minutes after the last forkful, I turned to Darling Husband and said, “I really want a chocolate-dip doughnut.”
- He kept driving.
- Even thought I have never been a white chocolate fan, after lunch today, I had to have it.
- I slipped out of the office to the grimy convenience store across the street.
- The only option was a Hersey Cookies’n’Creme bar, which I tried about 10 years ago and hated.
- I am eating it right now, and it is fantastic.
Could this possibly be the first hint of cravings? Or, am I just craving chocolate because my period is going to arrive next week? …
Ah, the waiting game …
Babies of the iPhone
Over the weekend, during the activities and dinners surrounding Best Friend’s wedding, I got to spend some time with her adorable nieces.
These kids completely dazzled me — and everyone around them — for three reasons:
- They are always sweet and polite
- They are absolutely beautiful
- They are unbelievably smart
The third reason was really the most impressive. These girls — aged two and four — were using iPhone apps like pros!
I am completely serious. I had no idea there were childrens’ applications for the iPhone — as I am a BlackBerry girl myself — so I was blown away. Their tiny little fingers were gliding expertly over the screen, dropping puzzle pieces into place like they’d been doing it for years.
You can get mazes, math games, animal games, dress-up games, virtual pets, hair salon games, games about starting a small business. Many of them have free trial versions, and the full versions usually cost a dollar or two, at most.
“I am going to need an iPhone,” I hissed to Darling Husband at one dinner, as the two-year-old was quietly playing her puzzle game on her mom’s iPhone. “Look at that!”
I’m not a huge video gamer, and I don’t like it when kids are obsessed with them — my mom always called my cousin a “vid-iot.” But there are times when you need something to keep your kids quiet — dinners, line-ups, etc. — and handing them your phone is pretty convenient.
Darling Husband just rolled his eyes at my request, but really, I am totally serious. I will need an iPhone then. Otherwise, what’s our kid going to do on my BlackBerry? Play Brickbreaker?
Maybe they can help me move pass Level Five …
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