11/23/2009 - Photo
3 little stories about our weekend.
Story #1 - I’ve caught Brent standing in the middle Evie’s nursery several times of the past few days. We both agree that there is something magical going on in there. It’s the most warm and happy little room we’ve ever known. I also caught him making the motion of putting a baby in the crib and when I giggled out the words “What are you doing over there!?!?” he responded without an ounce of embarrassment “I’m just practicing laying her down to sleep” and then I stopped laughing and wanted to cry at this beautiful man I call my husband.
Story #2 - Very shortly after he made me all weepy, he proceeded to tell me that technically he and I “were now in the same weight class” should we ever go one on one in a cage match (We were goofing off and play fighting a bit in the kitchen). This single occurance threw everything I was feeling in Story #1 out the window.
Story #3 - Saturday night, I went into the bedroom to do my daily hypnobabies session while Brent started dinner. I set him up with all the ingredients and instructions he needed - a little sauteed onion and garlic, add some chicken broth and fresh garden peas. Toss with pasta, add crispy bacon and some parmesan cheese. 30 mins later as I emerged from the bedroom, I encountered a bewildered boy who apparently had a snowballing disaster when I left the room. He decided the sauce tasted so good that a little more garlic couldn’t hurt - except he added a TON of it. Then realized it was too much. So he put in the parmesan to soak some of it up. then he put the bacon in the sauce. then he panicked and threw in some potatoes and also whatever else that was close at hand. By the time I found him - the dish was a huge saucepan of thick brownish… something. He tried it out and suggested that I NOT eat any (he said that just tasting it gave him a stomach ache). I just laughed and laughed as I pictured him trying to salvage his sweet attempt at dinner. Our house smelled like pure garlic for 2 days and I’m praying that we’ll be able to get the baked in mess out of our pot. He’s requested that I let him stick to heating up chicken fingers and frozen pizzas from now on.
Love,
M
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