dear husband

dear husband,

you've been gone for 15 days. fifteen days. half of a month. that is a long time. you are coming home tonight! tonight. i can not wait.

i can not wait to feel your strong arms around me.
i can not wait for you to wrestle the baby into his jammies tonight.
i can not wait to go to mass as a family.
to be in the same time zone as you.
to let you take the boys to practices (you've only missed 18 of them).
to live life with you instead of talking to you through some hard plastic device.
but, i am most excited about laying in bed tonight with my head on your shoulder, while you do your old man puzzles and pretend you are listening to me ramble on about my day.

please hurry.
i love you.
forever.
c

p.s. i'm not that excited to see your sharp tooth.

a tuesday night

it went like this:

 

5:30  drop bronson off at soccer

6:00 drop caden off at football

6:30 pick bronson up from soccer

7:30  drop connor off at soccer

8:00  pick caden up from football

8:30  pick connor up from soccer

 

and i did it all by myself with my cute little hip rider.

 

btw - i've totally ruined our family dinnertime by letting them all 4 play a sport this fall.

the sharp tooth

husband and i were talking on the phone, and as we were about to hang up he says:

there's something i think i need to tell you.  i chipped my tooth.

  

me:  how did you do that?

him:  eating a chicken wing.

 

yeah.  i was trying to understand that too.

 

me:  was the chicken alive?

him:  no, it was even cooked.

me:  were you gnawing on the bone?

him:  no.  i got some chicken stuck between my teeth and i was getting it out.

 

i know my man.  he didn't have dental floss in his pocket - not his style.  he didn't use his pocket knife (he has done that before) - it was on our bathroom counter waiting on the maid (me) to put it away.  what other hillbilly object could he have used??

 

me:  did you use a screwdriver to get it out?

him:  no!  my fingernail.

 

so.  husband chipped his tooth getting chicken out from between his teeth using his fingernail.

i asked the only question left to ask.

 

me:  have you cut your fingernails lately?

 

he said yes.
 

speechless.
how in the world?

 

he filled in the silence with:
it was the tooth the dentist fixed.

 

oh.  that one.

let me tell ya about that tooth...

for years the dentist tried to fix that tooth and husband wouldn't let him.  so the dentist fixed it for free because he didn't want one of his patients having a chipped tooth.  husband came home from that appointment and complained that it took too long to fix and he couldn't really see a difference.

hmmm. 

i'm sure husband will not be rushing off to get that tooth fixed again.

i still have not seen the tooth.  i'm expecting anything.  i'm hoping for at least half a tooth.  especially since he called again to say that the tooth was really sharp.

really???
i can't imagine...
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and since we need a picture.
here is the only son we have named after husband, connor d.

bo christian again

 

he wakes up from his naps this happy.

 

look at his smile.

and those baby feet.

a God thing

i like to remember the God things.

especially the small things that tend to get forgotten.

bauer is going to play the trumpet.

oh, bless my poor ears.

no, really i do want him to.

there is a meeting i was dreading.

it was the meeting where you go to purchase the instrument.

i did not feel like i had the mental capacity to make a decision like that.

i pictured:

a squirming baby on my hip,

in a hot noisy room,

with too many decisions,

a total mental overload!

i started praying about this meeting.
not really even knowing what i was praying for help with.

anyways, bauer and i ran into an old friend.
me:
blah, blah, blah
and he's going into 7th grade and play the trumpet

blah, blah, blah
her:
blah, blah, blah
i'm going to drop a trumpet off at your house
blah, blah, blah

and she did.
answered prayer.