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Overwhelmed

December 15, 2011/0 Comments/in Grumples, Happiness, Trent /by Megan

It happens every holiday, without fail. I think I’m doing okay. I’m trucking along, wrapping and baking and buying and planning and hosting parties and traveling and crafting and and and and.

Last night I was up until 2 a.m. I got up at 6 a.m. Tonight is Lucy’s Christmas recital and all I can think is “Will I be able to stay awake?” Tate’s first birthday is next week, and I have to make sure it’s extra special, even though it’s during the holidays. Not to mention my husband’s 30th birthday on Christmas Eve. And my father-in-law’s 70th (yesterday) and my mother-in-law’s (next week) and my dad’s (the 27th). And and and.

Yesterday I realized I needed to clear out some memory cards to make sure I actually take some photos at Lu’s recital tonight. The last two years I have taken none, due to (1) leaving the camera in the car by accident or (2) being so ridiculously pregnant I really didn’t give a shit about taking pictures. While I was clearing out the memory card, I found a bunch of photos from our Thanksgiving trip to Idaho that I’d completely forgotten about.

Sometimes, life is really, really awesome. I need to remember that more often.

A Note For the Dad

June 18, 2011/0 Comments/in Lucy, Tate, Trent /by Megan

Thank you for being the father of my kids. Thank you for being a good man, someone they can look up to. Thank you for being there, even when you’d much rather sit on the couch and watch Top Gear with a case of beer instead of going to a cartoon drive in movie. Thank you for embracing all things glitter and pink, even though that’s pretty much everything you are not.

Thank you for being a sturdy set of shoulders for them to sit on when they can’t see. Thank you for sharing what you love with them. Thank you for loving me every day, right in their presence, so they know what it means to be a good partner. Thank you for fixing things that have been broken with gorilla glue or nails or just some well placed words.

Thank you for working so hard, every day and night, to give them a good life. Thank you for the genetics you’ve passed on, including her fiery personality and his long eyelashes. Thank you for giving me some damn fine looking kids.

Thank you for worrying about them, for being the “bad guy” when that’s what they need to hear. Thank you for yelling at her when she runs out into the street, even if I don’t always act like I agree. Thank you for being his favorite voice. Thank you for sending me pictures of what you’re doing together when I can’t be there. Thank you for always wanting the best for them.

Thank you for being such a good dad. For being their dad. We love you one hundred.

And so ends 2010….

December 31, 2010/1 Comment/in Family, Happiness, Lucy, Tate, Trent /by Megan

…and I know that I am the luckiest….

Thankful Times a Zillion

November 25, 2010/1 Comment/in Blond, Family, Happiness, Lucy, Pregnancy, Trent /by Megan

Right now I am stuffed to the gills with delicious food from our first Thanksgiving at home. Similar to last year’s pajama Christmas, this year, as I’m about to burst with baby-ness, we decided that any trip out of town was out of the question, and spent the day just lazing around the homestead. Trent made his first turkey (on the grill, of course) and Lu and I spent the day putting together a bunch of sides. Then we made nametags for the table and pilgrim hats and headresses and glittery bonnets. It was awesome.

Trent and I both mentioned how crazy this whole day felt. Like we were pretending to be grownups, making our own big dinner and starting our own traditions. We probably won’t have another Thanksgiving at home for a while, but it was so nice to have this one, relaxing day of thanks before our lives are turned upside down. We needed it, and I’m so glad we took advantage of the opportunity.

My favorite memory from the day? Mid afternoon, I looked down in to our living room from the kitchen, and found Lulu passed out on the couch, wrapped out in blankets, a fire in the fireplace. It was quiet and warm and she succombed to the comfort of it all. It was a lovely moment.

I hope you all have as much to be thankful for this year as I do. And if this wasn’t a great year for you, I hope you still have a happy enough heart to know it will get better. And if you need some pie, we have tons of leftovers. Come on over!

So Many Happy Returns

November 15, 2010/1 Comment/in Blond, Trent, Wedding /by Megan

A few weeks ago I got home after a particularly stressful day at the office, flopped down on my bed, and closed my eyes….right before Lu positioned herself two inches away from my face and started begging for me to carve a pumpkin with her. I told her pumpkin carving was a Daddy job, but as Daddy had to work late that night, she whined and moaned and pouted and begged until I drug myself out of my cocoon and began to carve a tiny pumpkin she’d received at school. We were halfway through the task, scooping the seeds and other yuckiness out of the pumpkin when my left hand started to tingle. The tingle became a burn, and before I knew it, I was snatching my hand back out of the pumpkin and ripping off my antique wedding ring. Underneath where the band had been, a ring of blisters had popped up, looking freakily like a chemical burn.

Apparently something in the metal of my 90 year old ring had reacted with the pumpkin, and in addition to the insane hormones running through my gestating body, it caused a chemical reaction that burned my ring finger. Even today, weeks later, I have a pink band of scarring around my wedding band finger. People joke that it looks like Trent branded me. I am his, damnit.

I really don’t know where I’m going with this story, it just came to mind as two days ago Trent and I celebrated our five year wedding anniversary. Yesterday I woke up and said, “Well, happy first day of the sixth year of marriage, how’s it feel so far?”

Other than the burning, pretty damn good.

Happy 5th, darling. Thanks for letting me exaggerate stories at least 70% of the time. Thanks for having pretty babies with me. Thanks for emailing me weird links during the day to make me laugh. Thanks for sending me flowers or having Lu write me nice notes when I’m stressed. Thanks for building new rooms in our house so our baby can have a room of his own. Thanks for loving me when I’m not so lovable. Here’s to five more!

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