My husband makes me happy

There have been moments that I've wanted to strangle B with his own tongue, but I am increasingly beginning to appreciate what a good man I've got.

Let me count (some of) the ways:

When it comes to child rearing, not only is he involved, he actually seems to enjoy it.

He likes my cooking. (If you want to get in good with me, just eat what I cook and tell me you love it.)

We have some really good laughs together...and sometimes he laughs so hard he cries...and that makes me laugh harder.

He can fix anything. Really. I watched him take apart a computer to fix it-when I asked him what he was doing, he said "I'm not sure", but when it was put back together it worked. He's also given my car a tune up, installed a railing in our stairwell, and countless other things that I would have paid any amount of money to not have to think about doing. I love people like that.

He made me a CD once that had nothing on it but the song "I Love You" by The Climax Blues Band. (Go ahead and Google it now). So cheesy, and so sappy, and so perfectly exactly what a girl wants to hear.

He's very handsome and has big muscles.

I just felt I should let that be known.

Old Baby baby no more

I am feeling a bit wistful today.

Old Baby was a complete asshole earlier this evening, full blown tantrum (complete with kicking walls and slamming doors) that lasted the better part of an hour. Over what? Hmm...well, her best friend came over to play and evidently this is now how we deal with our friends: they aren't allowed to look at, talk to, or be near us. If said friend should attempt to touch any of our toys we snatch them away and scream. Lovely. Oh, and I was also informed that nobody loves her "at all anymore, EVER!!!"

I was angry and frustrated and sad realizing that the baby version of her is long gone and in that infant's place is this other human being with all these complexities and desires and angst. I don't wish that I had the baby version back-that was fraught with peril of another sort- I just wish that I didn't have to get all emotional and teary eyed and maternal about the passing of time and how fleeting all of this is.

She's probably sleeping now, I think I'll go look at her for a while.

Shoe fetish

I know I spent a bit of time last week writing on the evils of materialism (consumption), but I want to clarify: I was NOT talking about shoes.

One can never own too many pairs of shoes.

I love shoes.

The most fabulous thing about having a soon to be 4-year-old is reliving that time in life when EVERYTHING is about having the maximum amount of fun possible. Visits to the grocery store, car wash, doctor's office, department store...it's all an opportunity to do something exciting and sometimes vaguely inappropriate. Bored in the middle of a shopping trip at Macy's? No problem, find a bit of empty floor space and break dance. Dissatisfied with the muzak at Dominick's? Simply create your own song about fairies and butterflies and dogs-try and work in some parts about your family (how pretty mom is, that's key)-oh, and sing it falsetto for best effect. Life is, at this age, truly what you make of it.

This is something that I am certain most adults have forgotten, or decided is impossible given the grave reality of daily life.

I call bullshit on that particular attitude.

O.K., O.K, I am aware that there exist in life some things that are beyond our control: crappy jobs, annoying people, traffic jams, and so forth, but it seems that I so often speak to people who have allowed all that crappiness become what they're all about-and it soon becomes evident why their boss hates them, or their husband is so lazy, their credit is bad, or whatever. Here's my take on it: A negative attitude is the single most attractive force in the universe. There is no end the the amount of bad shit that can happen to you if you expect it to. Stop expecting it, sometimes it happens anyway and you STILL won't like it. Our days are numbered, all of us, and this may very well be your last chance to have a laugh.