So I'm a thirty-something SAHM (not necessarily by choice) to two little girls. I haven't thought my way through all of the internet blogging security issues, so I will call them Bug (almost three) and Squish (almost one) here. Bug because she used to curl up like a little bug against me when she was tiny. I was trying to reserve that nickname for her. My heart broke a little bit when Squish was born on the first day of June and the doctor goes, "oh, you have a little junebug." Squish is, well squishy. Her sister had some adorable baby chub, but Squish is covered with arm rolls and tummy packs and some of the best baby thigh chub you've ever seen. It was a surprise to me and Squish she became. I love it.
I have The Best Husband in the World. He is thoughtful, kind, and smart. He knows where to scratch my back when it itches. He bakes and cooks, gardens and cleans (some). He lets the girls do his hair and comes to our tea parties. Sometimes with a big hat on. He is scared of craft time and glitter (that may be related to my aforementioned non-love of cleaning). He cleans all of our girl hair out of the drains in our bathroom (but he makes me share a bathroom with the girls, so he has a man-bathroom), he makes homemade ice cream, he eats strange meals I make with little complaint. He also makes fun of me when I get lost within three blocks of our house and deliberately brings up controversial topics on long road trips so I'll stay awake and argue with him. He still pretty much rocks.
I'm sure I'll end up sharing more. Maybe one day I'll even share a link to this blog somewhere so I'll get some readers. Or not :)