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the husband

In honor of the birthday boy.

Today is a little sappy because it’s the husband’s birthday and sometimes husbands deserve a birthday post in their honor. Especially when it’s a milestone like 33.

The first time I celebrated his birthday was when he turned 21 and 12 years on, we’re still at it so I’d say that it’s turned out quite well indeed.

So let’s see, here are some fun facts you might not know about the husband. He’s probably going to slaughter me for posting this on the blog but it’s all part of the territory, being married to someone who owns a blog and has very little self control when it comes to matters of oversharing.

1. We call each other baby. Or babe for short. As in I call my very strong and macho husband the same term of endearment I use on girly girlfriends. I’m not sure how it works but it works and he’s manly enough not to mind it one bit.

2. He has more shoes than I do. Marginally but still, more is more.

3. He’s the biggest U2 fan I’ve ever seen. I’m talking every single album + hours and hours on youtube listening to the same song kind of fan.

4. He really good at making up wacky games for the kids. Till this day, I still don’t know how the oobie doobie game works but the kids seem to get the rules.

5. In another life, he would be Walter White. Minus the chemistry teacher bit and cancer bit and the meth bit. Also the generally being an ass bit. He’d be a really sweet and nice and much hotter Walter White.

6. He writes better than I do. It’s a difficult feat to achieve but sigh…

7. He once shouted “LIME! LIME! LIME! I NEED LIIIIIIME!!! in a crowded supermarket on a dare. Thankfully, I’ve stopped issuing dares and he’s stopped accepting them.

8. He likes stationery. I know, it’s crazy. He loves going to stationery stores to look at writing implements and notebooks and folders!!??? I guess it sort of makes birthday present shopping easier but I don’t know what to all the stationery we have at home.

9. When we first got together, I told him that I was planning to have 7 kids and he said with a straight face, “ok!”

10. He’s my best friend in the entire world. It’s sappy for couples to refer to each other as their best friends but there it is. I love hanging out with the guy and we still talk for hours about everything from which Disney villain would win in a smackdown (hands down, Ursula) to who gets first dibs on getting an autograph if we ever meet Robin Van Persie (that would be me, obviously).

I sometimes think that our family of 5 is off on a little sailboat out at a great big scary sea. And I’m glad I’ve got him with me on the boat, all calm and strong and brave and steady, making sure we get to where we’re going and we’re enjoying the ride while we get there. I would follow this man anywhere.

Happy birthday, sweetheart!

kel & daf

Finn

Finn-o-saurus reporting for duty

I’ve been having one of those mommy moments recently, one which involves a lot of time spent scrolling through old baby pictures and an equal amount of tears, y’know, those of the “where has my baby gone” variety.

Turns out that my little Finn-o-saurus seems to enjoy scrolling through his own baby pictures as much as his momma. He plonks himself on my lap to join me in this wonderful activity and uses his tubby forefinger to help me swipe through the pictures on my phone. He’ll even smile a little half-smile when he sees his own squishy face looking back at him. It’s the best thing to do while snuggled up in bed with my favorite picture-viewing buddy. Does this kid know he’s a looker or what? Just look at that face, I could eat him up, that’s what.

This is baby Finn at 6 months with his explosive hair and toothless, gummy smile.

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I’m like “my tiny tiny baby…*sob sob*” and he’s all “that’s ok momma, this version is better” and he’s right. This version is better. This version hugs me back and makes cheeky faces and hangs out with me to look at old pictures.

The husband says I’m in dangerous territory because it’s very close to the “I think we should have another baby” suicide zone (even though I know he really doesn’t mind). I think he might possibly be right. My ovaries need to just calm down and have a milkshake or something.

Aight, just a few more and I’m out.

FInn 6

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finn 2

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