This picture is our ode to Chef Ramsey. OK, really it is just the end result of what happens when I ask daddy to get baby ready for bed. I did find my lil' baker quite darling, but I am not so sure Rowan is thrilled about it. What do you think?.
I have a lot of things going on in my head, and I am afraid that if I don't hurry up and write about them I will forget them. Sort of like last nights dinner that was in the oven. Hope you like well done.
I don't have speakers for my computer. How is it that Jon ended up with the new monitor
and the speakers? Needless to say we listen to Jon's music much too often, so when he popped into the shower I took advantage of the time and switched off Erasure and turned on Celine Dion. I don't listen to her a lot. I mean, I like her, but for some reason I thought of one specific song of hers that night and wanted to hear it. And I would much rather listen to her "I love you, goodbye," then sit through Erasure's "Waiting for sex," again. Yes, they seriously have a song by that title and Jon has an obsessive personality which makes him listen to certain songs again and again. And "Waiting for sex" was the song of choice on this particular night. Hmmm, I wonder if he was trying to tell me something. OK, so Jon comes out of the bathroom, naked mind you because he had just showered, and upon hearing my "cheesy" Celine Dion music he starts to do some cheesy slow dance - naked. It was his way of making fun of my music without verbally saying, "What is this cheesy garbage you are listening to?" For those of you who do not know Jon, he takes his music very seriously. He is EXTREMELY picky when it comes to what he listens to, so Celine Dion is just short of torture for him - country is torture. BUT, surprisingly, upon finishing his naked cheesy dance he came over to me wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said, "Your music makes you happy huh?" "Yes naked husband it does." I said. "Well, then I should let you listen to it more cause it makes you happy." Said naked husband. Then he crawled into bed, after clothing himself, and not two seconds later said, "HEADPHONES! HEADPHONES!" So, while he was being sweet it seems he still doesn't have the stomach, or ears in this case, for Celine Dion. Non the less, I had a lovely evening listening to all the songs I had not heard in a while on the headphones. And Jon waited for sex.
**don't think Jon is a perv. The song really isn't that bad. The line is used once, and come on, it's Erasure. What did you expect?
I have more randomness, but this story ended up being longer then I thought it was. Things always seem shorter in your head. Trust me, I have more where this came from. I do apologize if this post was too candid and or crass for some of my readers, but this is my life, and while blogs can serve many purposes, the purpose of my blog is to capture my life - my real life. Doesn't get anymore real then this.
Testing the waters with daddy.
Because Jon is paranoid about taking Rowan into the apartment complex pool due to the fact that children are undoubtedly peeing in it, we are just now taking our 8 month old son swimming. Private pools are safer. Less pee. I think he enjoyed himself even though the water was a bit on the cool side. And I am sure he probably peed in it. My bad, I did not come prepared with a swim diaper. My apologies to the owners, you know who you are. 
