10 Years of Wedded Bliss

Tonight at approximately 7:45 I will have been married for 3,652 days.
That's 219,120 minutes.
Or 13,147,200 seconds.
Nothing but mostly pure happiness.
This includes but is not limited to:
Three awesome kids
Five houses
Six cars
7 nieces and nephews
18 pets - three dogs, three cats, six ducks, five chickens and a goose
21 acquired in-laws
42 camping trips
365 days in jail with 364 suspended (Just kidding. Needed a filler)
Approximately 350,000 miles driven mostly together
Many, many horrible dinners that were gratefully eaten
Hundreds of naps together
Thousands of kisses
Millions of kind words (and a few not-so-kind)
And tons of fun. The funny thing is that 13,186,800 seconds ago I thought I really loved him. Ha! Who knew I could love him even more. So, to the one who NEVER reads my blog, I love you! Happy Anniversary.

Ty turns 7

This past weekend Ty and Granddad celebrated their birthdays. Ty wanted to go camping for his birthday so away we went.
I, of course, forgot candles. But Auntie Tracy used to sell Partylite and just happened to have the "World's Largest Supply Of Candles One Could Carry While Camping," so we were good. Okay, she may not have had "The Largest Supply" because we definitely didn't have enough for Granddad to blow out....And, yes, the above picture shows my idea of a birthday cake. I'm not saying I'm proud of it, but its cake.



I've started having the kids pack their own bags because, by golly, by this time they should know what to pack for camping. I neglected checking the bags this time, though, because I was in a rush. Below is what Madelyn decided to bring to the dirty, dusty campsite. One thing is certain - the girl's got style.

Where Markers Go To Hide

Yesterday I was coloring with the kids at the kitchen table, sporting my new denim skirt, re-creating a Monet print, and thoroughly enjoying the moments with the kids. When it was time to clean up, I ran around the dining room and kitchen in search of the blue marker top THAT I JUST HAD IN MY HAND!!!! Where the heck was it? Had I tossed it in the trash? Was it under the fridge? Did the cat eat it?

Oh no.

Fast forward about 20 minutes when I stood up from the couch and felt something falling out of my underwear! For real! I have no idea how it got there. I amaze myself sometimes.

I mowed a park

On Friday I thought I'd be neighborly and mow the lawn next door. Our neighbor just comes over on the weekends. He's been gone most of the summer so his grass was REALLY long. And apparently I thought I needed to walk, oh, three or four miles pushing a lawn mower. The sick part of me kept thinking what fun it would be to be the caretaker of this property because it is pretty as it is, but could be gorgeous with a little TLC. And then I'd snap back to reality and remember I can barely take care of my own yard.


The kicker, though? He didn't even show up this weekend.

Tonight a family friend dropped off two motorcycles for the kids to learn on. I wasn't exactly excited about this as just prior to the man arriving, Brooklyn took the three-wheeler over the bank and heading straight for the river. In fact, she was drying her tears as motorcycle man pulled up. My personal opinion was that they should master the motorized vehicle with three wheels before we put them on one with two. But apparently I'm the only one around here who feels this way.

I will admit that after seeing the little 50cc motorcycle and all the accompanying gear AND THE KILL SWITCH ON A TETHER ATTACHED TO AN ADULT AT ALL TIMES my mind was put at ease.

So the kids all stuffed their adorable little faces into these helmets.

 

And away they went. Ty was up first. He and Brooklyn both did great.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I can live with this.