Mrs. Smith

Hey, Cinderella - I'm going to write about love on my blog today.
What do you love?

Valentine's Day.  I also like coloring.  And my ring pop.

Doodle, what do you love?

My candy necklace, and my wing pop.

Valentine's Candy is so fun, isn't it!
But I was thinking of *any* day, not just today.  What do you love?

Oh.  I love making Fweedom smile.

If Eagle wasn’t napping at the moment, I’m sure he’d tell us he loves his binkies – all 10 of them – taking naps, eating eggs, and being a big brother.

Freedom loves… Let me ask him.  A full tummy, sleeping with mommy, learning to use his hands, and getting attention from his big siblings – or anyone else willing to smile big smiles and make silly sounds.

It’s fun having little kids around.  I just love love love them, especially when they aren’t stretching me beyond my boundaries of patience and long-suffering.  What would motherhood be if not for stretch-marks, though?

I love my kids!

And.

I hope it almost goes without saying.  I hope you and the rest of the world know it already.  I hope the amazing guy I married would doubt the rising and setting of the sun and the come and go of the tides before he would doubt that

I LOVE MY SWEETIE!

Thanks for kneeling in the mud to propose to me on the most romantic Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.  It was a *very* nice touch.

… and for not getting the least bit upset when I lost the ring two weeks later.
Oops. 

(Note to self: Never take off your ring to wash your hands, even if the soap is the sandy, scrubby kind like they used in ancient of days elementary schools.  If you do, don’t leave it on the counter of a restroom at a the restaurant Islands.  If you do, be sure to tell the shifty-eyed customer who comes in after you, not to steal it.  If you come back to said counter about 8 minutes later, and find the ring mysteriously gone… well… Better to lose the ring than the guy!)

What would John say he loves if he were here to contribute?

He loves his family.  I love that he acts like someone who loves his family.

He loves seeing great things happen in the lives of the folks at church.  That’s his favorite thing about being Bishop.

He loves… Hm… the thoughtfulness of people in our ward.  (2nd-favorite thing about being Bishop.  Check out the Valentines the Young Women left on our door this week!)

And a clean, made bed.  Lasagna.  Outer Space.  Going fast.  Eagle saying, “‘nuggle!” 

We’re a happy, loving bunch here in Smithtopia, and hope you have a Happy Valentine’s Day!

- Cinderella had another thing to add to her list. 

And I love Sister Chafee.

(Giver of candy necklaces and ring-pops.)

Me too, Kid-o.  Me too.

Uncategorized Anita, Cinderella, Doodle, Eagle, Freedom, John, ramblings, wuv. twue wuv.

Hm.  I wonder if forgetting to make this picture smaller is going to make it all squished and funny looking when it gets published.

Sorry, thinking out loud – or rather, into the keyboard – again.

Hi.

Welcome back.

Guess what we did tonight?
Can’t tell from the picture, can you?
Well, forgive me for putting you in suspense.  I had to wait all week long to find out what we were doing this evening.  It’s only fair that you get a few moments.  We look happy though, don’t we?  That’s my, “If I smile bigger I’ll probably look goofy and there’s a stranger taking the picture” face.

John loves to surprise me.  Many long stories behind that, but I won’t bore you.  Suffice it to say, I didn’t look at billboards or bus-sides, I didn’t check our credit card balances, and didn’t even listen to the radio during this last week after I found out he had something special planned for date night this week.

It worked.  I was surprised.  Delighted.  Giddy, even.

We went and saw… drumroll, please!….
“The Importance of Being Earnest” at the Hale Theater.  It’s been… wow, a long time since we’ve been to a play together, and that was a highschool production.  Well done, very well done, but not quite the same fun as we had this evening.  John knows I adore the movie of said play, so he figured this would go over well.  Great job, Dearest!!!

Earnest/Algy & Cecily

The “redhead” reminded me a LOT of Cinderella, both in looks and personality, and one of the Earnests reminded John a lot of the men on my side o’ the family.  (It took a while for me to see that, but I got there by the end.)

So I got their picture.

It was awkward.  I hate taking pictures of/with strangers.

But I did it for you, Blogworld, just for you.  (Can you tell I’m thinking, “Oh the embarrassment!  Hurry, hurry, hurry…”  Well, I was.)

This spectacular date was in honor of my birthday, which isn’t until Friday.  (He would’ve planned it for then, but as luck would have it, they’re switching out between plays next weekend.

Anyway, the punchline is — What a swell, sweet, swonderful guy I married.  <sigh>

I bet this is a ploy for another surprise next week, what do you bet? I won’t be expecting anything because he already surprised me.

Wait.  If I think that out loud he’s liable to do nothing, so then the surprise is that there is no surprise.

Dang.

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It’s true.  I have grumpy days.

When I’m pregnant, I have 266 of them all in a row.
(It’s so fun.  Really.)

One would think that, to be fair, my family would then get 266 days in a row of me being not grumpy…
and then you’d be wrong.

This week I’ve had a whole 2 days of grumpy.  Sweetie gets home and says, “Wow, what happened, Dear?” and the only reply is…

“NOTHING,” followed by some melodious growling.
Don’t you wish you were married to me?

Anyway!  Wonderful news.  I got over it.  Past it.  Whatever you want to call it.
Side note: I love prayer.  It’s so great.

And now we have a much more put together laundry room because of those 2 faaaabulous days.  When I’m crabby I usually blame it on a messy house, and put all my energy into some big organizing project that I’ve been putting off because it’s unpleasant, thinking it’ll make me feel better to get it over with.  I also figure if I’m already grumpy, I might as well be doing something that would otherwise make me grumpy.  Right?  Infallible logic.

I didn’t take a before picture, but here’s a photo of part of the mess dealt with – which, by viewing, you agree not to call social services on me.  I promise it won’t look like this for much longer:

And here’s a photo of the dresser that used to be in there.  Yes, I had help moving it.  His name was Doodle and he’s 4 years old.

Funny, how it looked totally junky and out of place in there with the white freezer & washer/dryer, but in the same room as the lovely brown baby grand, it looks… well, just a little bit junky and much more at home.

And there’s the glorious dresser, so happy with its move from my parents garage.  It’s still classy, still beautiful, in great shape, and HUGE step up from what we’d been tolerating.  (roller-track drawers!  Can I hear a woot-woot?!)

The mis-matchy boxes on the right will be swapped out to match the ones on the left. Someday. Prob'ly soon. Ish.

I can’t wait (can’t wait can’t wait!) to get Cinderella’s room all finished (my old furniture still moving in there) so I can post a picture here and show the world that we do have one room rather put together in this busy, crazy home.  Well, two.  The front room is -or more accurately, can be- quite lovely.
(And John wondered why I so wanted to put out some serious $$ for nice dressers earlier this year!  See?  20 years from now we could furnish our children’s homes!  The investment lives on!  Oh wait.  I need to be showing more gratitude that John picked it up from my folkses and hauled it inside for me.  You can forget those last few sentences, Dear.  I’m pretty sure they just read, “I sure love my studly husband!”)

Thanks, Mom&Dad, for letting me take all the old furniture Lou and I loved so much growing up.  It makes me smmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiile!
(Neener, neener, Little Sister.  Don’t you wish you were old and had a million children under 6 and a need for a huge lot of furniture to house the mountains of clothing that are in constant and perpetual need of laundering every single stinkin’ day of the year?  I know.  I’m such a big meany.  It’s amazing you turned out so well, with me picking on you like this…  )

Looks miserable, doesn’t she?

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