Merry Crotchmas
- At December 25, 2007
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Humor, Husband, My Son, Parenting
41
Keepin it light, so I’ll give you a brief tour of our Christmas with pictures.
A taste of Christmas Eve Activities.
An idea of how spoiled Braden is.
Breakfast.
Test Drive!
Fire Engine Siren Testing.
Tootsie Adoration Moment.
Taking a Break.
The Posse Ventures Outside.
After that, Momma’s trigger finger kind of went numb.
This was the best Christmas I can remember in a long, long time. Having a child really brings the magic back to the day. I think he had a lot of fun today. I know I sure did. He’s fast asleep and I look fondly at these pictures now. I hope your day was as great as ours was.
Oh, and John still has one more present to unwrap…
Merry Crotchmas!
Photo Hunt, #3: I Love _______
Theme for November 17th, 2007: “I Love _______.”
I think the answer here is obvious. Cheese.
Haha, just kidding. It’s John & Braden, of course.
This photo holds the 2 most important parts of my life. These guys are the reason why I get up in the morning, and they keep me going every day (boy, do they ever). They both make me laugh even when I think there’s no laughter left. Each of them can push my buttons and frustrate me like no other: A sign of true love. I dream of them while I slumber, and when I’m awake in the middle of the night, alone, I miss them both.
Cheese was a close second, though.
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The Best Gig
Nothing else from the day, or any past day was in my heart. Nothing else danced through my mind. Complete solace, and the feeling of tender love and total rightness of being just sat with me.
My eyes were closed and I could feel Braden’s sweet baby breath on my neck. His little arm was wrapped firmly around my neck, making me feel loved and important. As the sounds of his breathing and the soft, sweet murmurs of baby sleep drifted up to my ears, I opened my eyes and looked down at his sleepy little head.
One of those big, fat boulders of emotion that you never see coming before it’s too late rolled and crashed right into my face.
My heart swelled. My mind tripped over itself. My chin trembled a little. And my eyes got teary.
I was thinking of something John said to me weeks ago. When he said it, I really understood. But when I thought of it in that situation, I really felt it, too.
He came out of Braden’s room, after putting him down for the night. He said, “I just looked down at him, while he was sleeping in my arms, and I felt so much love for him. I thought all of a sudden that God must have held Jesus like this once, before He gave him up for us. I couldn’t do that! I couldn’t give Braden up. I love him too much. That’s how much He loves us.”
It was very poignant.
And I sat in that dark room and thought about this warm body I held to my chest. I thought of the blessing of this child in my life, and of the many others I am allowed to experience daily. And I felt humbled, and grateful.
I often write about the aggravations of motherhood. Mostly, I’m just trying to vent about the reality of being a parent, and hope that I’m putting enough of a humorous spin on things to get some laughs. I hope you’re laughing… and if you’re a parent, that you’re nodding.
Don’t let any of it fool you, though.
This is the best gig I’ve ever been lucky enough to land.
The Boys Are Back In Town
And do you know how freaking happy I am about that?
John’s been gone since October 28th, and it has SUCKED. He is regularly out and about in the country with Chris Cagle, so it’s not like I’m not used to this sort of thing (being used to it doesn’t mean I ever have to like it).
This stint apart was just pretty poopariffic, because he had just gotten home from a trip where he missed my birthday (damnit!) and then he had to leave on the very same day to go galavanting around the country again, playing his funky music, white boy.
Show up and then leave on the same day? Can you say TEASER? Ugh.
At least we got to have a family fun day @ Honeysuckle Hill Farm. A place I highly recommend you visit if you live in or around the Nashville, TN area, btw. (There’s some more stalker info for you depraved lunatics. But it’s not like it’s not on my profile anyway. Okay, so that was more stalker info for the LAZY, depraved lunatics.)
By the way, if you also missed my birthday (October 27), it’s not too late to send chocolates and flowers, and any money you find lying around. And mark your calendars for next year, so you can throw me a big party like you meant to this year. It’s okay, I can wait another year. Just make it good.
As for my “wahwaahhh, I miss my husband” whining – I know there are ladies out there who have to miss their Loves for much longer at a time than I do… but I’m being self-centered here (haha, when am I not? This entire PAGE IS ABOUT ME).
This man does things like send me this:
For no reason at all. The note said, “Just thought this would brighten your day.”
!!!!!
And he rubs my feet at least once a day when he’s home. HE RUBS THEM AND DOESN’T COMPLAIN. I don’t know about you, but that’s GOLD to me.
And he’s patient. And funny. And he thinks I’M funny.
And he changes all the diapers, and does bath and bedtime when he’s home.
And, you know… there are other things. *blush* We won’t talk about that. I may have mentioned before that “enigma” is a favorite word of mine. 
Speaking of favorite words…
When I so unexpectedly stumbled across this man 6 years ago, I had no idea what a blessing he’d be in my life. I had no idea how much I’d enjoy torturing him with my maddening, evil, depricating humor… and that he’d just smile and laugh. (He just looks at me and says, “You’re sick.” *pause* “I like you.”) What the heck is wrong with him?
I had no idea that we would begin a journey of winding roads and valleys together… there have been bumps in the road, and the valleys get deep sometimes… but they make the smooth roads and the mountain peaks so much more fulfilling and noticeable. So much more alive.
I had no idea that he’d be the person I could be more compassionate to than I ever imagined I could be, and all because he himself has made me want to be a better person, lover, wife, and mother so many times.
When I was a little girl, I had a favorite book, “Serendipity.”
The book introduced me to the word, and I thought it sounded magical, and I felt powerful in secret ways when I would whisper it quietly in an empty room. It would almost tickle my tongue, and give me this little trembling feeling in my soul. I loved that word, and I never really knew why.
Because He Rocks
- At October 3, 2007
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Husband, Love, Marriage
- 2
Just felt like throwing this picture on the proverbial table.
It’s an old favorite of mine. He rocks.
Codeine and God
My back is actually feeling better today. I’m pretty surprised, considering I’m usually laid up with this type of pain for about a week before it gets better. It’s still a little tender, but much better.
So, last night I drank a cup of coffee at about 10pm. Why? Because I’m a loser and lately I’ve been getting really tired before I’m ready to sign off for the night. A little later, we popped in our latest Netflix DVD, Lord of War (pretty darn good). I kept shifting around on the couch trying to find a comfortable position.
Shifting really doesn’t help.
I caved and took a BC powder dose. Wee! This crap not only has a butt-load of aspirin in it, but it also has a nice shot of caffeine. Yay, now I had more than just the cup of coffee running through my blood.
About 30 minutes later, still in agony, I really caved and took codeine (co-codamol).
Later, at bed-time, I rolled over on my side and felt a warm hand on my lower back.
“Lord, please make my wife’s back feel better.”
Silence.
[John] “I love you.”
“Are you still talking to God?”
“No.”
“Oh. I love you, too.”
Pause.
“Amen.” (smart ass)
Pause.
[Me] “Stop trying to have a 3-way with me and God.”
I blame the codeine.
6 Years
- At October 2, 2007
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Husband, Love, Relationships
- 1
Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of the day my husband and I saw one another, in person, for the first time. We still celebrate that day, even though we’ve been married for over 3 years, because it was the real beginning to our romantic relationship.When I see a Ferris Wheel, fireworks, leather pants, or smell raspberry bath ‘n body works body spray, I think of that day.
That is the day I met the man I would, one day, marry. I met a person who would come to know and understand me like no other on earth. I met a man who would take me on a journey of emotion, Love being the greatest. I met the father of my children.
For that, I am grateful beyond words.
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