Monday, August 12, 2013

that time i realized i was needy

This last weekend, I realized just how needy I really am.

I've never really thought of myself as a needy girl.  Just because I need Tim to buy me jewelry monthly, flowers weekly, and chocolates daily, does not mean I am a needy girl.


[But seriously.  The only reason I don't make him buy me chocolates daily is because I don't want to "blow up like my Aunt Roberta."]

[Name that movie and we'll be friends for life.]

But this last weekend Tim decided he was going to go on a "survival" campout with his brother, Jeremy.  And, you know, eat snakes and stuff.  [No really, they did.]  [I wish I was joking.]  In theory, I was totally supportive of the whole idea.  Ellie and I would just have a girls' night and go out on the town and drink Shirley Temples.

Well, okay, maybe I didn't envision it to be quite like that.

But spending time without Tim didn't seem like a big deal.

As the days progressed, however, I realized what I pansy I really am.  Really.  My name is Katie, I am a grown woman, and I am still afraid of the dark.  It's true, my friends.  I have probably seen way too many scary movies for my own good.  My imagination is way too vivid.

But as fate would have it, I have been looking for excuses to spend time with my friend, Cait, and her son anyway, so I invited her to come spend the night with me.  Except for one disappearing [and reappearing] bottle incident, we didn't freak ourselves out too badly.  And we actually had a really good time.

You know, just in case they get married someday.

But I missed Tim like crazy.  And it was in that one night that I realized just how many things I rely on Tim for.  Heck, I don't even know how to turn on the sprinklers by myself!  And heaven knows I don't want to be the one to turn off all the lights in the house and walk back through a dark staircase.

You can see where this is going, I think.

When Tim called me at 10:30 the next morning and said they were cutting their trip short and that he was on his way home, I was ecstatic.

After a much-needed shower on Tim's part [camp smoke only smells good in the outdoors], we were all on our way to our local community pool for Ellie's first swim.

Which, as you can see, she enjoyed immensely.  Hahahaha.  Oh man, I must look at this picture 100 times per day.  It seriously just cracks me up.  The funny part about this picture is that she actually really did enjoy herself, once she got used to the whole water thing.  Whilst Cait's son was busy splashing around like a madman, Ellie would cling to us and cautiously touch the water once about every five minutes.

Let's just hope she doesn't take after me and throw up during her very first swim lesson.  [I don't wanna talk about it.]

This picture more accurately portray's Ellie's first experience in the swimming pool.  Serious and contemplative.  ["Do I really like this?"]

 Cait's son just goin' to town.

Hahaha, oh man, yet another hilarious picture.  Ellie was blinking and Tim was about to smile.  [Does it make me a bad wife and mother that I make fun of pictures of my husband and baby?]

And speaking of hilarity, check out my four different shades of skin color.  [See, I make fun of myself, too, so it's okay.]

Then we all headed over to Maddox for the best fries and cream soda in the United States.  [Just believe it.]

And the moral of this long, very drawn-out story is that the next time Tim wants to go out of town, I'm going out of town, too.  To Prescott, AZ.  To stay with my parents.  And my dog.  Because he protects me from things.

Or I could just get a dog of my own.

Also a good idea.

Revised moral of the story:

I think it's time to get a dog.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013



Two days ago I celebrated two years with this guy.

Two years isn't really considered a very golden anniversary, is it?

But to me?  To me, this one is special.

A lot of things have happened in these two years.

+ We've lived in five different places, some in nice areas, and some in not-so-nice areas.

+ Tim got promoted from stock clerk to assistant store manager.

+ I did a semester-and-a-half of grad school, dropped out, and consequently had to quit my job, as it was a student-worker position.

+ We found out we were pregnant.

+ I got a temporary job working for Mesa Community College [and spent way too many hours throwing up in their bathroom].

+ We celebrated our one year anniversary, but not the way we'd expected.

+ Tim got another promotion - this time from assistant store manager to marketing manager - which meant that we would be moving at some point in the future.

+ My job at MCC ended.

+ We found out we'd be moving much sooner than expected - to Utah of all places.

+ We moved to Utah when I was eight months pregnant.

+ We had our sweet little baby.

+ And we bought our first house.

And actually, if you want to get all technical, about 654, 367 other things happened, too.  I mean, you know...if we're being technical.

To celebrate two years, Tim brought home chocolates from the Idle Isle during his lunch.  Then after work, he brought home some flowers.  I would get him gifts, too, but I've learned from experience that receiving gifts is the last of his love languages.  He's always like, "Oh thanks!  That's so...nice."  But I find other ways.

Like food.

Food is Tim's love language.  Nothing says "I love you" quite like eating steak and potatoes.

We went to Texas Roadhouse with our wee one and had the funnest time!

I think Ellie with be a meat lover like her parents.  She spent about half the time trying to grab the steak right off our plates.  And the other half grabbing the steak knives.  No big deal.

I get accused of being sappy when it comes to my marriage, but that's okay.  There are worse things.  And it's all true.  I am so, so blessed.  It becomes more and more clear every day that Tim was meant for me.  He is patient and kind [a requirement for dealing with me] and endlessly good.  And now that I've seen him with our daughter...well...there's just something about it that makes my mother-heart glow.  He is the cutest daddy.

I don't know how I got so lucky, or so blessed.  But thankfully there's Someone who knows me better than I know myself.

Because this has been the best two years of my life.