Reason #420 Why I Love My Husband

His response to my facebook shout out looking for a part time job:

"No part time for you! You already have a great job...how about if anyone needs electrical give me a call and let my wife stay safe and sound with my little one :( "

Rowan's Santa Claus List

What is Santa bringing your wee ones?

29 Again...

Getting older sucks, but almost worth it when I came home to these cute pictures :)

Yes, the hubs and I chat on facebook..

Ann
just having hard time figuring out why your so hot to trot for a frumpy housewife lol

Barney
your looking great baby....your doing a great job and you seem more happy with your self....which is a turn on

Ann
oh, lol

Barney
your not frumpy lol

Ann
HAHAHA i live in pj pants lol

Barney
you got nice jubblies! lol

Ann
HAHAHA

well that's one thing I guess haha

Barney
you are so in trouble later


Ann
oh goodness

lol

A fun little scarf for me....

I found the pattern for this on the Berroco website and I fell in love!!! I had to have one, so I started last night and didn't stop until it was done :)

Pardon the absent makeup face.

About 2 years ago now, my husband and I got into a huge fight.


I shouldn't say fight, the more accurate description is that he misbehaved, and I was furious.

I'm not going to go into the specifics, but would only say that I most definitely used his behavior to con (oh yes con) him into allowing me to get a kitten.

Rowan was 1 1/2 years old and I had hit the "need a baby fix" stage hardcore... I kinda sorta enjoyed sleeping though, so a kitten was most definitely a wiser choice.

I dragged child and forlorn husband to the local shelter, and after agonizing over the gazzillion adorable little kitten faces staring out at me, I selected a quiet black 5 month old kitten that had found her way into the shelter after her 80 year old cat loving owner had lost her home and moved into a elderly facility. (how could you resist that story??? poor cat!!)

So we brought her home, we dubbed her Miss Grafton and I coddled her cute little fuzzy kitten cuteness all night.

The next day was horrid.

Miss Grafton had the shelter flu.

She had mucus pouring out of every available sinus exit there was.... she was lethargic....wouldn't eat or drink... didn't move. There were days I came home from work and she was still in the spot I left her in.. with a puddle of mucusy drool beneath her face.... her eyes closed....

There were vet visits, hundreds of dollars spent... chest exrays, bloody kitty noses, forced feedings and waterings, dark thick antibiotics in a syringe that I had to order and have delivered via a special veterinarian pharmacist hundreds of miles away....

2 months of care and worry.

By the skin of her teeth she lived..... she only weighed 3 pounds when all was said and done..... she was skin and bones and brittle.

Now Miss Grafton is a fierce domineering warrior. She is aloof... in charge, imperial to behold and far too important to spend her time cajoling with humans.

She'll spend 30 minutes tormenting a mouse before she kills it...

She will rip the face off any other cat that enters her territory. Her life is spent outdoors... until it gets to cold at which point she comes inside to sleep curled up somewhere. If she is disturbed from her slumber a cruel vicious scowl will follow.

But.........

At night, in the dark, after my babes are both sound asleep and I lay in my bed quietly reading in the glow of my book worm book light, Miss Grafton jumps up onto my bed. She very silently and stealthily makes her way to my stomach....and her tiny little purr motor ignites.... she'll brush her smooth black cheek up against mine....and jam her head into my waiting hand demanding some petty love.

Eventually she'll curl up in the crevice of my neck and shoulder and purr in my ear until she falls asleep.

She remembers..... she remembers that I saved her life.


But shhhhhhh, don't tell any of the other humans.

Worldess Wednesday