11/23/2009 - Photo

dearbaby:

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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dearbaby:

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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Trying to see past everything

I want to see the best of all this….

Read this or I'll murder you.

pleasantwandering:fiftytwostories:

I’ve been stalking John for about 4 months now. Sometimes, I think he knows. Sometimes I think that he lets me, that he wants me to because he knows I’m his only true friend in the world.

He wakes up at 7 every morning except Sundays. He sleeps till 9 on Sundays, cause that’s when the people stream out of church, it’s his symbolism to want those church people to wake up and get the fuck out of that place. What a genius isn’t he? Only Mr Lennon could think of something like that.

Every morning, he pours half a quart of milk, and sprinkles the other half of the bowl with cereal, only Kelloggs. When he’s finished, Yoko would be back from sending Sean to school. They’d then talk for the rest of the day, or John would sing by his piano, scribbling down words at times. They spoke so softly that even with my ear against the door, it was sometimes hard to catch anything. Sometimes I think that they were talking about me.

Without stars, the night sky was just a shade of blissful dark, as was John’s bedroom. I heard a faint voice, and I pressed my right ear to their window.

Are you asleep Yoko?

No, what’s the matter dear?

.. Why does everyone cover Paul’s songs and not mine? What’s wrong with mine?

Maybe they’re just not smart enough to understand your music, you’re a great musician John. One of the best.

Yoko.. can you please hold me?…. I’ve been making albums after albums for 40 years, I love doing it but every single time after each album is released, there’s this.. lurching in my stomach. This feeling that everything is hollow and how it hurts. Yoko, it hurts. I can’t feel happy anymore. What the fuck is happening to me?

John, calm down my love.

No, I can’t Yoko! Fuck! All these freaks want a fucking piece of me, why can’t they see that this is my happiness? It’s not theirs! They can’t have it! It’s all an illusion, they take parts of me away and they think it’s them but fuck, they can never be happy, it wasn’t created by them! You can only be happy if it’s yours, don’t they fucking understand! Piece, by piece, they shred me, and I don’t even fucking know who I am anymore Yoko. Who the fuck am I really? Oh God, please fucking kill me, God.

Don’t you say that again John, don’t you ever!

Oh God damn, Yoko, God damn. What’s the point of living if you’re living in hell? I can’t even get the fuck out of my house without these freaks coming out all over me! I’m fucking stuck in hell forever Yoko…

As I peeled myself off the glass window, I understood everything now. It was clear, wasn’t it. John had asked me for help. He needed me. He knew Yoko was useless, only I could help him. It was me all along, he needed me all this while.

But, what if I’m wrong? What if what he said wasn’t what I meant? What if I’m not the one to save him? What if he’s just playing a cruel prank on me? I.. I don’t know.. I.. I have to find out.

The next day, I followed John and Yoko around. I hid behind them while they were out for lunch.

John was alone now, I had to know what’s going on. I fished out a copy of Double Fantasy, and I handed it to him. When he looked into my eyes as he signed the copy, it hit me. It was so painfully obvious, so direct. Thank you John.

To Holden Caulfield. From Holden Caulfield. This is my statement.

P.S. Can’t you fuckers see? Don’t you understand that it wasn’t me that killed John! IT WAS FUCKING YOU! YOU ARE THE BUNCH OF FUCKERS THAT KILLED HIM, I JUST PULLED THE TRIGGER, BUT YOU ALL KILLED HIM A LONG LONG TIME AGO. GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET ME OUT, PLEASE, IT’S NOT ME, I DIDN’T KILL HIM, IT’S YOU, it’s you.. please let me go please, its not me, its not me, its you…

I bought a pumpkin the other the day.

So my plan is in motion to make a homemade pumpkin pie! YES! I also bought a can of pumpkin…I know I am selling out but I really want to make pumpkin cupcakes. :D