oh Jon

I love you.

I do. I really do.
And it is not because your birthday suit seems to be your choice of clothing these days,
but you should probably stop walking around the living room when the blinds are open, or you'll become the naked neighbor, like the one on Friends.

a whole lot of randomness

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.

Rowan on Red & a Random Story

Jon took some pictures of Rowan on our "new" couch.

I love them.

I love him.
This is bound to be one of my all time favorite pictures of the little man.

And in other news I have a story to share.

The other night I was on the computer. The hubs was showering. After some time passed, I soon realized that the shower was no longer on. The hubs had still not come out of the bathroom, and a faint chlorine smell was beginning to hit my nostrils. I was curious. I headed to the bathroom, where I may have found someone in their birthday suit scrubbing my bathtub on their hands and knees. And someone may have slapped this person's birthday suit bottom and said, "Now that is what I like to see!"

Too much info? Hey, this is a real life blog. I don't lie.

(Clearly, you can see why I chose to go with a picture of Rowan for this post. Birthday suits are for my eyes only. But, I promise you, my tub is sparkling.)

My Simply Perfect

Friday Night.

I posted this picture for two reasons. 1.) Jon looks hot. Way hot. 2.) I have some blond streaks- which I am debating to do again. A step on my journey back to being a full blown blond.

The baby was down by 8 pm. Maybe the shots earlier in the day wore him out. Jon ran to the grocery store at 10ish so the two of us could enjoy a quiet evening of treats and a movie. My only request before he left was that he get me caffeine, and not generic caffeine. And since I wasn't craving any specific treat I told him to get one chocolate and one fruity. He was out the door and two phone calls later, one to say that his debit card was broken and the Redbox wouldn't swipe it right (no movie for us) and one to ask if we needed milk, he was on his way home. I heard a bang at the door so I rushed to open it assuming he had two handfuls of groceries. Can you really consider pop, candy, chips & salsa groceries? Oh yes, and the 3 gallons of water- I think that qualifies as groceries. I quickly grabbed two of the gallons out of his hands. I had barely freed him of them when he said, "Nice jugs."

We made our way to the kitchen with our groceries where I began to examine what he got. Chips & salsa- good. Generic gummy worms- good (you can go generic with gummy worms) crunch candy bar- random. Not my first choice, but edible & of course I will eat it. Whoppers- very good (little does he know that I bought myself a box last night when I ran to the grocery store to get lunch meat & slowly ate them all throughout the day today) Last but not least, one glorious liter of Pepsi. It is chilling in the freezer. I really think I am becoming addicted and I think I know (to a small degree) what drug users must go through.

After I unloaded the bags we embraced and danced around in a circle while we stood in the dark kitchen. Spontaneous dancing, try it sometime, very romantic. No kissing could follow on the account of the cold sore on my lip that I am doctoring. Talk about a mood killer. I busted into the gummy worms, Jon the chips, and now I sit in here typing away. I can hear a chuckle from Jon every now and then coming from the living room- he is watching King of Queens. Darling.

I just fed the baby a bottle and thought to myself that some nights seem so long (then again he did fall asleep at 8 pm tonight - normally it is 10pm) that I have to be away from my little bundle of joy. I wanted to scoop him up in my arms and nibble on his cheeks. But I couldn't do it on account of his little snore- a sure sign that he is far away in wonderland. Oh that morning embrace will be sweet. He'll stretch as I pick him up, curl his legs up into his chest, and fart on my hand as I place a palm on his bottom. Could a mother ask for more? I say no.

I don't think I could ask for a simpler Friday night, but a perfect Friday night in my personal opinion.