Reuben Turns Four

My baby is four! He has accepted God as his savior, prays daily and is full of curiosity and questions. "Why" is probably his favorite thing to ask. He also loves cookies, bacon, and strangely enough bell peppers. His favorite fruit is peaches, and he LOVES dairy free ice cream when we can get it. He's social and outgoing, a total extrovert. He wants to learn to read and asks all the time for me to teach him (we are working on it) and is very helpful in the kitchen.

He also likes to antagonize his sister, so don't think he's perfect. I mean, he is perfect, but he's human. I love him.

For his birthday this year we took him to a water park in Roanoke. He had a blast. He loves swimming. After that we had a small party with family only and had a separate get together with my church family the following week. I can't believe he is four!

His favorite thing to watch right now is Daniel Tiger. He loves his legos and magna tiles (that was his birthday gift) and he enjoys climbing and playing outside.

As you can see, I did find some pictures of his cake on my iPhone! The cake wouldn't come out of the pan so I crumbled it on top. It's a strawberry cake and is vegan and gluten free. It was also delcious. Happy Birthday Reuben!

Our First Family Vacation

Our first family vacation and we didn't snap any group photos?! We are failures. Oh, well.

We have been on vacation before, sure--but only twice; and there was a holiday involved each time (first our anniversary, second time Christmas). This was our first real family vacation where the only goals were travel and fun. Although our travels did coincide with Mother's Day weekend. That was inconsequential. I have an extreme aversion to Mother's Day that I will have to address in another post.

It was fun. We went to the beach. It's only four hours from our home! Reuben would see the ocean for the first time! (Rebekah too, but at 15 months I don't think she'll remember it) I was excited, my husband was excited, Reuben was excited and Rebekah was excited just because everyone else was. We woke up really early Friday morning and loaded everyone into the car, drove to the coast and went directly to the beach. It was a beautiful; cool and breezy with a partially overcast sky. I hadn't been to the beach since 2011 and was extra stoked to lay on a blanket (I hate swimming) and read a book while my husband managed the kids. Or you know, watch them play in the immense amount of sand while reclining on my $10 rental chair.

It did not go as expected. First, I left all the snacks in the car. The car that we parked really far away. Why did I do this? I have no idea. If you can please go back and slap me with a wet fish for my faux pas. I deserve it.

Second, the rental chairs were not for rent. It wasn't late enough in the year. I had no chair to rest on. And thus no way to get out of the sand!

No sooner had we arrived then both kids began whining for snacks. Luckily we were able to find a banana to split between everyone. Also, I DID remember to bring sunscreen. Go me! But I forgot to apply it until we had already wandered onto the beach. And applying sunscreen when your skin already has sand on it is not pleasant.

Reuben was afraid of the frigid waves and only wanted to climb on the man-made dunes. I kept taking pictures trying to document everything, and I am glad I did but for some reason it was causing me stress.

It was at this point that I realized I hate the beach. I have always hated the beach. That is why I haven't gone since 2011. But CLEARLY time obscured all memory (or having kids and being sleepless in Lynchburg has addled my brain) because I had not recalled this abhorrence to sand, salt-water, tourists and overpriced bottled drinks until just this exact moment while standing toe-deep in the Virginia coast.

Clearly I need help. And a reminder program on my phone.

As the sun beamed cheerily down into my very light sensitive eyes I tried to make the best of it. It's only one day, I told myself. Tomorrow we are going to the VA Beach Aquarium. It's only one day. I can make it. A few more minutes passed and suddenly I was covered in sand and everything I had brought was gritty, my children were whining and I just wanted to go home. My book sat untouched; so consumed was I with answering questions and nursing and tending to Becky. I don't know why I even tried taking a 15 month old to the beach. She kept getting sand in her eyes or taking off her hat or crying because of the wind.

In short, going to the beach was not my favorite part of our vacation although I do think Brian, Reuben and Rebekah enjoyed themselves immensely.

Then we went out for lunch. I hate going out to eat on vacation. I get sick. But I always believe next time will be different. It never is. I need to just buck up and bring my own food on vacation. We went out to eat lunch on the boardwalk and ate out for dinner that night. I asked each time about gluten free food and was assured everything was fine. I don't know which restaurant it was but the next day when I woke up I felt awful. The feeling I know comes from eating something I shouldn't.

It was the severest reaction I have had in two years and it made me barely functional for the rest of the day (and the day after). Just now I am beginning to feel better and those meals were four days ago! I barely remember going to the aquarium or the ride home due to the amount of pain I was in. I had to sit down for most of the aquarium in the lobby and read a book--I couldn't walk around and enjoy myself.

And that day we drove home and hit the worst traffic ever. It took an extra two hours to arrive, and I was just done with life and everything in it by that point. I am glad to be home now and I don't think I will try to vacation again any time soon.

Were there any good moments? Yes. I really loved staying up a little late on our only night in the hotel and playing Timeline. I loved the nap I got in the hotel with Becky when she fell asleep. I loved seeing Reuben's reaction to everything and watching him swim in the hotel pool. I would do it again just for the fun times we had, but I do need to plan ahead next time so I don't get sick. And remind myself not to forget the snacks from the car.

How do your family vacations usually go?

Shō ga nai when your husband works late

From the beginning (even when dating) the hours my husband puts into his job has been a constant source of marital contention. He works so long! My husband is a electrical engineer and is supposed to work a 40 hour week and is supposed to get off work at 5. This would put him home by 5:30. 

He has been home by 5:30 perhaps 12 times in our entire marriage. In fact, the last time he came home "on time" I, in shock, asked him if he had been fired. 

No, he had not been fired. He had just arrived home on time. 

I wrote "how to be happy when your husband works late," a blog post that contains practical advice to help you deal with a spouse who works long hours during the weekdays (and sometimes the weekends depending on issues). I myself practice all of my points that I make in that post.

After six years of late-night husband, I can now make it through the day and evening without wiping myself out. But even though I have learned to expect him to come home late--even if I have practical tips to help me through it--still I harbor feelings against my husband in my heart as 6, 7 or even 8 o'clock strolls around without the noise of the door creaking and my husbands footsteps descending into our home.  

In sort, I still struggle with accepting my husbands work hours.

I finally realized that I need to deal with my resentment. So, as the weeks went by, I prayed for God to open my eyes to my husbands struggles and to shift the viewpoint from my own woes to whatever God was trying to teach me.  

God has taught me two things so far. One is I no longer view my husband's work as "outside" the scope of family life. I used to pine for him to come home so he could help with the kids and be with me, but now I see that he is fulfilling his purpose towards our family as he works. His job is not something that gets in the way of my plans or our family, but something that supports and is necessary to the function of our household. I mean, I used to just think he worked to make money, and yes, we do need money to live. But his job is much more than just making money! Just like I worship God by loving and raising my kids, my husband is worshiping God as he pours out his time and his energy into his job to support me raising his kids. He works for our family, yes, but mostly he works for me. So I can stay home and raise our kids. So I better be sure to do a good job because I don't want him to be working in vain and I don't want to squander the sacrifice he is making as he works Monday through Friday. 

My husband, much like myself, has dreams that do not revolve around his job or office. But he, like me, must set those dreams aside to work to support our family and our home. He is slowly giving his life to his work so that I can give my life to our family.

When viewed God's way my husband's job goes from a hindrance to a beautiful picture of sacrifice not only to God but also to me and our family. I mean, I can't say I love that he works late, but I no longer feel bent out of shape and frustrated with him when he does. I see it just as an extension of him doing what he feels is right for his job, which in turn would be right for our family as his job supports our family and our lifestyle. I extend mercy towards my husband and towards myself and I buckle down, dig deep into God's word and try not to worry about my own temporary comfort. Parenting, motherhood, marriage: it's all work. And it's not about getting a break or completing a list. It's about God's glory.

The Japanese have a word that embodies a lot of what I discussed above, at least for me. Shō ga nai (pronouced SHOGANAI). It means (roughly) "it can't be helped". I often think of this Japanese word when my husband is working late and I am frustrated. Shō ga nai. Accept what cannot be helped.

Right now in this season, my husband working late is part of my existence. And God is teaching and stretching me as I deal with it. Who am I to refuse a trial given to me by God? Instead, I should turn to him and accept his lessons as they come. God is good and he knows what is best for me and best for our family. 

I can't "fix" my husband's anxiety.

My husband has general anxiety. He was diagnosed shortly after Reuben's birth, and to be honest it has been very hard on our marriage. When he is experiencing anxiety (fyi blog post is all from my perspective) he can't function, so I have to pick up the slack because things around our house still have to be done. He also can't make decisions when under an anxiety attack so either we don't make them at that time or I make them.

I love my husband and I want to support him. But I feel like I've moved through the "three stages of understanding your spouse's anxiety" in the last two years and just NOW am beginning to fully comprehend what he is going though and make sense of my own emotions and reactions. Because anxiety does affect our family even if he wishes it didn't. Also, it hugely effects his life!

The first stage I went through was honestly resentment. My husband gets to lay in bed because he "can't cope with life" and I am stuck with a crying needy poopy baby and dishes to wash? This can't be happening.

Denial and resentment permeated my heart only for a short time because I did see how much he was suffering and how much he really did not want to experience the emotions he was experiencing. So I quickly moved on to to what I like to call my "helpful" stage. I am a go-getter, a type-A-get-it-done person, and I switched from being angry about my husband's anxiety to trying to do something about it. I thought if I could just find the right diet or the right verse or the right x-y-z it would somehow help him and then he would feel better. Curing his anxiety became my new goal.

This stage lasted about a year. I didn't realize how much it impacted everything in a mostly-negative fashion until just recently. Anxiety isn't something you can control. It isn't something he or I can just put in a box and label. I don't think it is even something that can be cured.

My husband has generalized anxiety and he does not know exactly what causes it. He knows a few things that don't help by any means but so far there isn't a clear trigger to the crippling feelings of anxiety that come and go in his life. It seems random. And me trying to come in and diagnose and treat him even if my intentions are good and come from a place of trying to help him do not actually help him. At all. Instead they just made him feel guilty that he didn't feel better after whatever it is I would try (and we tried lots of things lots of times). It made his anxiety worse because of my hyper awareness of it. And it made me frustrated because I just couldn't discover what was making him anxious or anything that helped his anxiety.

So this is where I am now: I am not trying to fix him. I instead want to love him no matter what he is walking through, while also acknowledging that anxiety is crummy and no fun for either of us. I want to be honest with how his anxiety makes me stressed at times since I have more to deal with and can't rely on him. I also want to have compassion for what he is going through. It's a fine line to walk.

The best thing I have found that "helps" when my husband is having severe anxiety is to leave him alone and let him work through it as he feels he should while letting him know I am here to listen.

I don't blame him or resent him. I don't blame myself. And I don't try to cheer him up. I order take out and try to keep things as low key as possible to limit both our stress and usually plan something fun out of the house for Reuben and I do to so we can get out his hair and let him have some space.

Anxiety isn't something--at least for my family--that can be washed away with a diet or a uplifting book. It is something that my husband is going through. It's something that our family is going through. And acknowledging that is enough for now.

Mr. Adventure Says: Pregnancy Edition

(during the first trimester, when I was sick 24/7) 

Me: Why did you do this to me?!?!?

B: For science.

(In bed, one night)
B: I can't wait until you give birth and we can throw that pregnancy pillow away. It takes up so much space.
Me: I'll probably still use it after birth.
B: *looks sad*
Me: What?
B: You used to snuggle with me at night.
Me: This has better breast support.
B: I can do breast support...

(during the second trimester)

Me: Why did you do this to me?

B: because you asked me to. 

Me: That's no excuse! 

(on an early Saturday morning)

B: Want to make another baby? *winky winky*

Me: That is the most unsexy thing I've ever heard you say. (I was 24 weeks pregnant at this point)

B: aw *pouts*

Me: Seriously, that makes me want to call and schedule you a vasectomy.

B: I was hoping for a more positive, outpatient kind of reaction. Like kisses.

Me: Then you should do the dishes. *goes back to reading book*

(during the third trimester)

Me: Why did you do this to me...

B: Minions!!

(one day when I was feeling particularly horrible)

Me: You made me pregnant, now make me unpregnant. (humor helps me cope)

B: Alas, I do not have that power.

Me: *cries through her laughter* (it was a really bad day...)

B: But I can take you out to dinner!

Me: Yay!

Me: *waddling behind Brian in the grocery store* Hey, you are leaving your mammoth behind.

B: Did you just call yourself a mammoth? You're not a mammoth.

Me: Elephant, then. Walk slower for the elephant. 

B: O_o

(Many times, during gestation of all months)

B: You're eating again?!?

Me: *Stares at him while eating*

B: I mean, you sure look nice today. 

Me: Good save. 

(At Target)

Me: I need to pee.

B: But we just got here. 

Me: Yeah.

B: And didn't you pee right before we left?

Me: Yeah.

B: Woah. 

 (Last night)

Me: I am hungry

B: didn't you just eat dinner?

Me: that was like 2 hours ago.

B: okay. want some chips?

Me: no. I want ice-cream.

B: We don't have any ice-cream

Me: I must have ice-cream!!!!

B: okay....

*takes me out to fro yo*

Me: This is the most amazing thing I have ever eaten.

B: You said that yesterday.

(At small group)

B: Do you want to go camping?

Me: *gives him a look*

B: What? does that mean no?

Me: I am 7 months pregnant I am not sleeping on the ground.

B: awww....

My Creative Space

Last month Melmaria posted about her creative space, and that made me want to do a post about my space as well! Her space is very well organized and very cute. Mine is definitely not as cute, but it works for me and makes me happy. I'm also sharing a space with my husband and hopefully that should change (he is almost done with the backyard shed where he wants to set up his own space...because we both have different ideas of feng shui.

When you first walk up into the loft you find Minecraft Husband! Minecraft husband does not like to be bothered and must be placated with treats and tea. He also likes the light off.

On the other side of Minecraft Husband are my clothes. The closet in our bedroom is super tiny, and just holds my husband's clothes right now. I have my stuff upstairs, and I love having the room to spread out!

To the left of Minecraft Husband is my yarn closet. I own a lot of yarn. Some women collect shoes (not me, I own like 8 pairs) or perfume (yuck, don't own any) or other such things. I collect yarn. I am happy with my choice in life, because unlike perfume or shoes, yarn is colorful, fun, plushy, and endlessly entertaining. And sometimes just as expensive. (but don't tell my husband)

Right behind Mindcraft Husband is basically the rest of the room. There are two big recliner chairs (one will go with husband to his space, one will stay with me) a second computer where I edit videos since my Macintosh is circa 2008 and can't even read my video files...and my sewing and knitting space.

You can usually find me here, keeping warm, enjoying food, blogging and knitting away.

I have dreams for renovating this space, and a lot of ideas, but with a baby on the way I don't know how much time I will have. And it's not a priority right now. I do, however, want to hang up some posters (I bought some totoro ones off amazon!) and perhaps an inspiration board or two. I know that a portion of this space will be my kids playroom, and I'm going to put a bassinet up here so when I shower and when baby naps, I can knit.

What does your space look like? Please leave me some links, I'd love to see!

Mr. Adventure Says

The continuing chronicle of all the absurd things my wonderful husband says... seriously, he's my own personal comedic. Never a dull moment...but many times a very misunderstood one!

At home one afternoon

Me: Hey, have you noticed that I haven't shaved my legs in a while?
B: No.
Me: Oh, yay! That means I don't have...
B: Ahh! I mean, yes! I change my mind! I have noticed!!
Me: O_o
B: *sees my face* I mean. I like it when you shave. I want you to keep shaving!
Me: Uh...
B: Did I just doom myself to a life without a shaven wife?

In a Bed, Bath and Beyond

We were separated for a bit. When I come back I find my husband using one of the BB&B mirrors to pop a zit on his nose.

Me: I don't know you.
B: Why?
Me: How embarrassing...

When discussing redefining our budget

B: I thought when I got married my wife wouldn't spend any money.
Me: Its just two ply toilet paper. I like two-ply toilet paper.
B: But its expensive!
Me: I need two ply toilet paper. This is a non-negotiable item.
B: Fine...

Mr Adventure and his new favorite accessory: a beard :D

At an wedding rehearsal of a friend, during a "down time" Brian's phone buzzes on silence.

Me: What was that? (It only buzzed once, too short to be a call or a text, so I was curious)
B: My phone on silent. 
Me: Retrieving his phone: Its a notification that says you need to feed the goats.
Person next to us: Oh, you live on a goat farm too? We raise Alpine goats!
Me: Uh...um....its an iphone game.
Person next to us: Oh. We raise actual goats.
Me: (to husband) we need a life.

Late at night:

Me: (playfully) Do you love me?
Brian: Of course I like moose meat.

The next morning:

B: Hey wife.
Me: Umrmmttt
B: I had a dream that you made me bacon.
Me: Thhzzzpppp???
B: Yes dear. Bacon. And it was good.
Me: We don't have any bacon.
B: Right in my ear. WHAT? NO BACON?
Me: @_O
B: THAT IS the most tragic thing I've ever heard.
Me: Uh, that was my ear. I'm trying to sleep here.
B: You had one job. one job!

Later I made pancakes...
B: I'm pretending these are bacon.
Me: -_-

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Want more of Mr. Adventure? There is a part one, two, three, four, and five all here just for you :)

Our Biggest Fight

My husband and I have been married for just over a year now! Isn't that exciting? I've definitely learned a lot in this year. One thing I've learned (and knew, before marriage) is that communication is extremely important. But after marriage, I've re-learned that communication isn't just important, it's crucial! Without it, hilarious and amazing misunderstandings abound! One person says something, and then the other person totally does not understand the premise or even the words, causing the message to be totally twisted and misinterpreted. If you are in any sort of relationship, I'm sure you can relate.

For example, Mr. Adventure and I were raised by different families. His use of the word "fine" does not mean the same thing when I use/hear the word "fine". When Mr. Adventure tells me "you look fine," I hear "you look moderately put-together in a no-effort mundane kind of way." But, he understands that word to mean "you look great," as in, better then average. You look fine girl!

(I won't get into my personality complex of always wanting to look better then average to my husband...haha).

There are other words, and other stories. My favorite is when my husband and I were sitting in the target parking lot last summer, just chilling, and suddenly he turned to his left and said "wooooahhh, look at that! How hot, I want one." And I turned to look and saw a very scantily-clad female in a tube top and daisy duke shorts out the window. I immediately was flabbergasted, because my husband has never mentioned the garments or hotness of anyone in my presence before. Ever. After griping at him for about five minutes, he finally lets me know he was talking about the car in the parking space next to us (it was a custom Corvette) and he hadn't even see the girl in the backseat. Then I felt bad. I don't know a Corvette from a Jaguar, and the idea that my husband would be looking at a car just never crossed my mind. Because, why look at cars? How boring.

I think most of our arguments on my end have to do with me expecting the worst out of poor Mr. Adventure, who never, of course, ends up deserving that kind of mental placement. Now I try to think the best of him. It's something he's taught me, because he never thinks the worst of me. It's really refreshing to be trusted, and I want to give him the same kind of trust! I should have asked "what are you talking about"? when he said he'd wanted something instead of automatically thinking he was talking about another girl. Because I should know Mr. Adventure would never talk about another female much less drool over one with his wife in the car right next to him! Hah!

So, our biggest fight? I don't think we've had one. Most of our disagreements are resolved quickly, as we both backpedal and try to describe the emotions behind our behavior and define our terms. I've never been upset with him for more then a few hours. He is my best friend. I try to live every moment like it might be our last. I try to remember that Mr. Adventure loves me, and he would never intentionally try to hurt me. This helps me stay rational and calm and, most all, listen to whatever it is he has to say when I've misunderstood him. So, while we have not ever had a big fight (we have never yelled at each other) we have had some issues that keep cropping up. For one, Mr. Adventure really dislikes it when I move or otherwise "rearrange" his things. I'm not talking about things we both use, but things that only he uses that don't apply to me at all. I just do it without thinking, tidy something here, put tools where I think all his tools go (wherein, I find out later, those were outside tools and the others were computer tools, or electrician tools and now I've mixed them all)

Then his things get lost. And how am I supposed to know where I put his sciencey doohickey with attachable nubs? And what did I do with the charger? And did I know that those kinds of computer chips have to stacked this way, or they can break? Opps.

He understands I like to tidy things, but I also need to understand that I don't know much about his things. It took awhile for me to realize this, because I like my house clean and organized and sometimes didn't view his way a "clean" or "organized". I still forget and move his stuff. (I'm sorry dear).

While both of our hearts are genuine in this matter, (I want a clean house for my husband whereas he just wants to be able to know where his things are) we both have to work together to realize this in our abode. We still work on this today!

What about you? Any funny marriage misunderstandings or amusing fights?

Mr. Adventure says

My husband, herein called Mr. Adventure, will thus entertain you with glimpses into the male mind. 

He calls it his baby. I call it the death machine. 

• Upon Mr. Adventure's arrival home 

B: Hey.
Me: Mmm
B: Seriously, you had all day to play with your iphone. Hi would be nice?
Me: I'm looking up an article you have to read since you just got here.
B: Whats it about?
Me: Justin Bieber.
B: What do you DO all day?
(Note, the article was about the new "fair market" tax that is going around, I was just picking on poor Mr. Adventure)

• The next morning 

Me: Hey, have you seen my iphone?
B: *looks sheepish*
Me: Uh, hello? Do you have my phone?
B: I hid it.
Me: WHAT?
B: Yeah. instead of playing with it all day maybe you could wash the sheets?
Me: WHERE IS MY IPHONE!

• Discussing why I've been irritable lately 

Me: I think I'm starting my period?
B: Why don't you just have a comma this time?

• When out shopping with a friend, trying to find something she liked

B: She makes everything so hard.
Me: @_o
B: OMG! DON'T SAY IT!
Me: Thats...
B: AHHHHHHHHHHHH *covers ears*
me: what she said...
B:*facepalm*

Mr. Adventure with his two favorite things: Coffee and Wifey :P

• When I was reading a book on the couch 

Me: Why are you pinching me?
B: I just wanted to see if you were real.
Me: Uh, shouldn't you have figured that out before we got married?

• A few moments later

Me: You can stop pinching me now.
B: I haven't figured it out yet.

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Want more of Mr. Adventure? There is a part one, two, three, and four, all here just for you :)

Mr. Adventure Says

His favorite shirt

When trying to explain to Mr. Adventure about my career goals

B: So you basically want to make a living taking pictures of yourself?

At night, when I am trying to fall asleep

B: Did you leave your fish running? 

Later the next day

B: [text] don't forget to turn off your fish.

Discussing dinner

[B starts jumping up and down and swinging his arms around and screaming]

Me: Are you okay?

B: I think I love you more then I've ever loved you before!!!

Me: uh, why? 

B: You said cheese fries!!!

Me: o.O

At dinner

B: You know, I've been thinking. They should combine Facebook and Gmail and call it facemail.

Me: *quietly eating*

B: Or gbook.

At Barns and Nobles

B: Have you ever noticed that even with all these books in the store you always gravitate towards the ones without any words in them?

Me: *continues browsing journal section* 

On his birthday

B: Why does my cake have only twelve candles on it?

Me: Guess.

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My husband really does say these things. And sometimes I remember to write them down. What has your husband been saying lately? 

Mr. Adventure Says...

Welcome to part three in my Mr. Adventure series: where I chronicle the absurd and outrageous things my extraordinary, magnificent, amazing husband says.

Part one and part two are here also, for your amusement. 

You are so sacchariferous, dear.

When discussing valentines day:
B: What did you get me for valentines day, hmmm?
Me: Its a surprise!! Oh, and don't check facebook because I put a picture of it up today.
B: You put a picture of yourself in lingerie on facebook?
Me: Uh, no.
B: *pouts* so I don't get sexy underwear for valentines?

When I was writing a blog post
Me: I'm trying to type and you are touching me.
B: Jesus says I'm allowed to touch my wife.

Came home to this :) 

After dinner out
Me: You would probably die happy if I learned to make tiramisu.
B: No, I'd probably just die fat.

At night, in bed
Me: You are cutting off the circulation in my legs.
B: Please take your legs out of circulation.
Me: -_-

Later in bed
B: Hey!! Guess what!!
Me: *sleepily* what?
B: I found this sticker on your bum.
Me: ??????

so much awesome leg room.

What silly things has your significant other said lately? 

Mr. Adventure Says...

Welcome to part two in my Mr. Adventure series: where I chronicle the absurd and outrageous things my dear, wonderful sweet husband says :P

does anyone else's husband try to maim themselves on a regular basis by
competing with nature, or is it just mine? 

While laying in bed, studying the husband 
Me: You have really long eyelashes dear! I love them.
B: Yeah, I keep them around just in case I ever want to be a girl
Me: o_o

Explaining to Mr. Adventure why I have been slightly off lately
Me: I'm going to start my period this week.
B: Menopause time?
Me: No, I'm having PMS. Menopause is when you are older--like 50--you don't have a period and you stop making girly hormones.
B: Oh, I thought that was when you pause and don't like men anymore?
Me: *facepalm*

Laying in bed and trying to sleep
Me: Stop petting me.
B: But I've always wanted my very own wife I could pet!
Me: -_-

Husband: wheee! Me: O_O

Yesterday, in the kitchen 
Me: what are you doing?
B: *jumps*
Me: O_O
B: defensively I'm hungry!
Me: You have your fingers in the Nutella jar!!
B: pouting Uh, is that bad?
Me: Have you ever done this before?
B: Uh, um, er...no.
Me: *glares* Use a spoon!

While having a minor argument 
B: *rolls eyes at me*
Me: Did you just roll your eyes at me?
B: Um, no I was exercising my eyeballs.

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Well, ladies, what has your significant other been saying lately? Tell me all the juicy details!

Mr. Adventure Says...

 My husband says the silliest things...

1) When talking about home decor:
Me:  I think I'm going to put a curtain on the window in the kitchen. I found this cute blue one at Goodwill!
B: you know the curtains should match the other curtains in the whole room [this by a guy who had no curtains for four years and he's worried about matching?]
Me: Uh, darling, we only have one window in the kitchen/dining room area.
B: Oh...

2) After husband comes home from the hardware store:
B: Hey look! I bought a wench puller! Come here wench!
Me: *not amused*
B: *chases*
Me: Eeeak!

3) While editing pictures for a blog post:
Me: I don't think I like this picture
B: Yeah, you look dead in it
Me: o.o
B: I mean, its not your best picture.
Me: *blinky blinky*
B: Because you take amazing beautiful pictures....
Me: Uh huh
B: Am I just making it worse? 
Me: You should never use the words "dead" when referring to a picture of your wife.
B: I was just trying to be truth--Oh, never mind
Me: Thought so. 

We both have kitty ears now! Yay!

4) In church:
Me: Where do you want to sit?
B:  Next to you.
Me: *sigh*
:later that day:
Me: What would you like for lunch?
B: Half of whatever you are having?
Me: Seriously?

5) After we had been dating for about 4 weeks:
B: What do you mean your hair isn't really red?
Me: Um...
B: What color is it really?
Me: Its, uh, brown?
B: Oh, that's fine.
Me: ???
B: I'm just glad its not blonde.   
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I thought of chronicling all the silly things my husband says after reading Rachel's "Angel-isms". Her husband is absolutely hilarious.

Does you husband frequently put his foot in his mouth, or is it just mine? :P