And I thought we got lucky last year! Three inches and counting.
Category Archives: steven
February’s sickness brought to you by the letters b, a, r, and f
Yesterday I’m driving down 280 listening to a fellow on the radio gabble about James Madison when my cell phone rings at me. It’s the house. Steven had sent me an email earlier that day saying he wasn’t feeling too well so if the house was calling me he must be bad off. “Uh oh,” […]
no vulgarity around the taco
The Husband and I thought that once Lydia arrived, our more swarthy habits would phase out on their own. That has proven to not be the case. After a particularly loud burp while holding the girlie, we decided we should do something to curb our habits. The ‘quarter in a jar’ trick was quickly ruled […]
hypothetically speaking, of course
Steven: “Hypothetically, if we filled up a vacuum cleaner bag, where would I find more?” Me: “Sears.” Steven: “No, I mean in the house.” Me: “Oh, the utility closet.” Steven: “Hypothetically, if there weren’t any there, then where would they be?” Me: “Then hypothetically, we would be out. Hey, what if, hypothetically, you were to […]
listen . . . do you smell something?
It’s DAMN NEAR GAME DAY!!! And we’re not on television; Carrie can’t watchie! 🙁 Poop. Speaking of poop . . . (you know there’s gonna be more of these stories now that Lydia is about) Steven got home with Lydia yesterday afternoon. He’s Daycare Daddy right now. We were about to turn right back around […]
celebrity gossip
This morning I read a news story that reported Shia Labeouf might lose a finger due to a car accident. When I mentioned it to Steven, he chuckled and said, “I can see it now. They came in to tell him he might lose his finger and he goes, ‘No! Nononono no no no!‘ ” […]
packrat
Between Steven and me, I’m the packrat of the family. In fact, somewhere in this house is the little post-it note where I wrote Steven’s telephone number so I could call him — this was over nine years ago a few days after we started dating. I also tend to keep gift bags, rocks, old […]
taco delivery
Now that we all know Lydia is here — she’ll be two weeks old on Monday! — I figured I would write up how she got here. Be forewarned: this is the longest post EVER. On June 10th at my OB’s appointment my doctor gave me the option of inducing at 39 weeks because of […]
a story for Lisa
Steven ran into a couple of spiders outside so he grabbed the can of Raid to take care of him. A few minutes later he came back in the house with a dazed look on his face while holding the can of Raid and the flashlight. “Are you okay?” I asked. “The spider had an […]
always turning me on
Steven comes into the bedroom and switches on the floor lamp. He then begins to remark, “Do you want a three-way . . .” then stumbles at seeing the look on my face. “. . . in this . . . lamp?” he finishes. He meant a new three-way-setting light bulb for the lamp.