I’m at home for a few days with Mr. Tate who has come down with a lovely case of what I’m hoping is not pneumonia, and between the hacking and wheezing, I’m attempting to finally catch up on a few photos from the holidays…
…more to come, if I can ever peel this lovely, sick little boy out of my arms and into his bed.
About a million years ago, right before Christmas, my little guy turned one and we threw him a birthday party. Since we are a home of many, many holiday birthdays, I was told to make it as special and birthday-ish as possible. So we covered the Christmas tree in blue balloons, decorated the entire place with aqua paper lanterns and ate lots and lots of cupcakes. While Tate was particularly impressed with the lit paper lanterns, I sort of think he was more interested in the cake.
That boy ate so much cake, I thought he was going to vomit all over his presents. The boy can hold some cake though, and all we had to deal with was a blow out diaper the next morning. Well, Trent had to deal with it, I was at work. (Ha.)
The party was quite well attended by our friends and family, and a full kitchen of people sang to Mr. Tate and watched him open his gifts. He was as spoiled as ever. We even set up a livestream so our many family members and friends throughout the world could watch the party from their homes. Or my sister’s kids could watch the party (which was going on upstairs in person) from my computer. Nerds.
All in all, it was a good day. I think what I’m learning as I progress as a parent is everything doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be special. Lucy’s first birthday was beautiful, but it was stressful and taxing and I ended up drunk for most of it since I didn’t have time to eat! This time around I really took the time to enjoy Tate and our families that joined us to celebrate our little dude. And let’s face it, I still got a little tipsy. Moms rule.
Hey! You! Have you heard of SOPA or PIPA? And no, I don’t mean Her Hotness, The Sister of the Princess of Whales. I’m talking about two bills in the U.S. Congress that are poised to take away much of the freedom we currently enjoy on the world wide web. You know how sometimes I’ll link to a silly video on this site? Well, if I did that in a post-SOPA/PIPA world, the government could then prosecute me for that link. And we all know that while I do love the color orange, I’d never make it in federal prison. I bruise like a peach.
Go here to see how your congressperson is voting in regards to these overreaching bills and then contact them. For the first time since the last election, one of my senators is actually supportive of my position (I’m a liberal in Kansas, the state that is required to teach Christianity as science in public schools…wheeeee!). Mr. Jerry Moran (R-KS) is opposing PIPA, but my other congresspeople (who are we kidding, congressmen, we are in Kansas you know) are either supporting these insane bills or have not yet made their position public. I encourage everyone to contact their representatives and make your position known. Let’s keep the internet free for everyone, even this guy.
Hi. It’s me. I rule.
No really, check me out. I’m a homeless hobo hoping for a nickel or maybe a hot cup of coffee. Spike that with some bourbon and I’ll give you a kiss. Yes, you heard me. A kiss. Smooch. Un baccio. Don’t lie, you are really excited, aren’t you?
If you are wondering if I left the house in this ensemble, the answer would be yes. Yes I did. I walked up the street to our mailbox and back. My neighbors peered out their windows and shuddered. I should add I was also wearing a knee length army coat with a fur hood, fleece sweatpants and Uggs.
I think I’m going to use this as my headshot from here on out. Set low expectations and then when people meet me in person they will be all, “OMIGOD YOU LOOK SO NICE!” or “You are such a underrated beauty!” or “Aw, did you find a warm place to stay last night with a shower?”
You know, whatever.
Did I ever tell you all how I won tickets to see Florence and the Machine back in December? A few weeks prior, the husband had emailed me and asked if I’d want to go see this particular show and I answered, “Um, hell yes” only to find tickets were already sold out. Womp, womp. This was especially sad because the husband never, ever, ever wants to go to live concerts, and the thought that he may actually want to go to one that I was dying to see was fairly awesome. Whatever, sadsies, I moved on.
Then, on the day of the show, a radio DJ who I have a slight girl crush on (and think we are best friends because we met twice at Rock the Vote events back in the day AND she follows me on Twitter…BFFs 4 LIFE!) tweeted that the first people to respond to her would get free tickets. And guess who won?
(If you didn’t guess me, then you are an idiot.)
It was an incredible show. Florence has one of those voices that makes you want to cry, it’s so powerful. At one point Trent said his ears actually hurt, she was so good. Plus, Trent and I hadn’t had a real date night like that in ages, and it made me remember how much I actually like the guy. I know, that sounds mean, but when you share a life and kids with someone, there are times when you can get bogged down in the day to day mundane-ness of existing. This is especially true around the holidays, when every day is a frantic race to get it all done. It’s so easy to forget about the good stuff.
Dear Husband,
Sometimes you drive me crazy and I disagree with everything that comes out of your mouth. But you’re the only guy I want next to me when I’m being accosted by a bear in a sombrero. Thanks for sticking with me and finding that perfect spot in the crowd so I had the best view of Flo. I love you.
Love,
Your Wife
