Tales of Me and the Husband

It’s a crazy, sweet life.

There are good days and bad days.  Some days we sit on the couch and take selfies, or I do, while Anders sleeps and Parker runs around in costume or zooming a Dusty Crophopper plane over our heads and while snow falls and falls and falls outside (fun fact: our four-ish foot fence is completely covered in some places).  Some days I run up the stairs before Steve leaves for work, coffee in hand, and take a fast shower.  When you have your coffee in the shower with you, it’s almost like a six-minute spa minus most of everything great about the spa.  A few months ago, a massage would have been an absolute luxury.  Now, drinking my coffee before it’s cold is about the pinnacle.  When Anders is not in my arms (when “the baby hand off” has taken place), I run around frantically, multitasking (which I’ve heard doesn’t really exist?)… mentally numbering which thing is most important: should I fold laundry?  Eat?  Go to the bathroom?  Put some makeup on?  Read a book to Parker?  Brush my teeth?  Of course it’s cut short by his cries for food because there is always more to do, always more that can wait too.  Once I have Anders in my arms, I promise him that there is more to life than this home and that it is actually quite fun, that soon we’ll go for walks and sit outside in the sun and watch the waves at the beach.  Poor kid was born soon before one of our biggest snow storms, and some seriously cold weather (three degrees this morning.  THREE.), so he’s seen the four walls of this house more than his share.  We all have.  We’ll be ready for spring when it decides to show its beautiful face.

Today I went out by myself for about half an hour.  It was strange, not having any small people to tend to.  I was bringing some slipcovers to a tailor nearby, very fancy.  Anyway, the snow, it’s just everywhere.  I mean it’s a veritable take-over.  Parking is atrocious, the streets have six inches of gray slush on them, every street has become one lane.  I strolled through a home store, right by the tailors, and smelled every candle (this one was my favorite and was amazing).  I ducked into a toy store and grabbed some stickers and new crayons for Parker.  Then, I grabbed some of this cider at a wellness store (check out those ingredients!) before heading home.  I came home to Steve, Anders, and Parker on the second floor.  Parker running around half naked, Anders in the tub kicking his legs uncontrollably in that adorable way babies do, Steve leaning over Anders in the tub, the bits of his wallet, credit cards and such, strewn about on the bathroom floor behind him, some waterlogged pieces of paper.  Parker asked if he could get in the tub too and so he did.  Then Anders came out and got bundled, diapered, dressed.  I sat on the bathroom floor to nurse him while Parker was in the tub.  After about five minutes, Parker looked up from his bubbly bath and said, “Hi Mom, me missed you.”

It’s a crazy, sweet life.  Some days more crazy than sweet.  But every day has both.

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  4. What Britt Fisk wrote.

    And I'm curious about Anders first selfie, now 😉
    Lately, I read about the non-existence of multitasking too, I'm not quite sure yet whether I should embrace the idea or not. Actually, I was always pretty proud about being so good at it, well… 😉

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  6. You look so beautiful in this picture!

    Still humming 'These are the days' while reading this. You have a way with words, I really like. As a norwegian living in an almost snowless country now, I started missing winter, especially the snow and this noise it makes, while strolling through it. Nevertheless I hope you guys get your share of spring as soon as possible, you deserve it.

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  8. I would choose coffee over most anything. I've heard rumors that mouthwash can be occasionally substituted for teeth brushing…just rumors… Also: why are you typing in caps now? Are you dictating your posts to Steve or one of the kids? It's like you're talking with an accent. Who ARE you?? Jk 😉 So glad you're doing well!

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  11. Girl, thank you for this post. My little guy is just a few weeks behind your Anders and I feel like I'm counting down the days until winter is over. I got out for the first time by myself last week, too and it was incredible, even if it was just to go to the Dentist. Thank you for your lovely blog!

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