Yesterday, Maren and I celebrated (in a very low key fashion) our eight year wedding anniversary. I can say with all sincerity that the eight years we’ve been married and the ten plus years we’ve been together have been the best in my life. I’ve been blessed with a great partner, and we are blessed with a wonderful daughter.
Cheers.
P.S. Merry Christmas Eve everyone.
This is for all the parents. I know every parent goes through this, and it’s even a rite of passage of sorts, but still.
Monday night while Sophie was taking a bath, Maren and I were in the hall talking when we hear Sophie using one of her new words. “Gross. Gross. Gross.” When we peeked in, we saw Sophie was using the word correctly. She was holding out some poop in her hand. And left much, much more in the tub. Maren got to clean Sophie up from her bath (ironically) and I got to clean out the bath tub. The tough part was Sophie took a bubble bath, so I was never exactly sure how much poop was hidden beneath the bubbles.
Turns out, she hadn’t made a dirty diaper for my dad all day and only had one small dirty for me that afternoon. She was apparently saving it for that night.
I must say today has been a much better birthday than it should have been, by all rights. This is finals week at the college, and my schedule today went like this:
10:15-12:15 — College Algebra Final
12:30-2:30 — College Algebra Final
2:45-4:45 — College Algebra Final
4:45-6:30 — Find some dinner
6:30-9:30 — Trigonometry Final
I was really dreading this for a few weeks, birthday or no. However, I was inspired last night to bring my laptop to school today and watch some Season 4 of LOST (out on DVD December 9). So watch I did. Like 9 episodes while I graded finals as they were turned in. And any day you can get that much LOST is a good day. But to top it off, God provided Houston with a fun, safe amount of snow (for me to drive home in). And my parents got me a chocolate ice cream birthday cake, which just rocks.
So beat that birthday, bitches.
