Birthday Wishlist, Someone Show My Husband

These are just suggestions, more like guidlines. This is what I want my closet to look like one day. Sigh. One day I'll be so fashionable you won't be able to stand me.

Wish List by aprosendahl featuring tube scarves

Have I Told You Yet...

...aboutErik’s birthday? For the entire month of April he’s been planning to take his birthday off of work and spend the entire day with Laine and take her to the zoo. I laughed at him at first because when was the last time he spent an entire day alone with her? Oh yeah, never. After I got over my giggles though I started freaking out a bit because when was the last time he spent an entire day alone with her? OH YEAH, NEVER! So I had my moments during the weeks prior of packing and repacking our spare diaper bag so that he’d have everything he needed for the entire day all ready for him. The night before I cut up apples and premixed three cups of chocolate milk and I laid out three outfits and I gave Laine a bath and tried to explain to her that it wasn’t my fault the next day was happening to her and I was so sorry but we just have to make the best of this. Then I lay in bed all night tossing and turning with nightmare visions in my mind of all the things that could possible go wrong. There were a lot of electrocutions and bleeding cracked open heads in my dreams. The night before is when Laine scratched her eyeball with a staple too, so on top of my freaking out over Erik alone with my baby I also had myself 100% convinced that Laine’s eyeball would be hanging out of the socket by morning. The next morning came, with doom drums pounding in the distance, Laine slept while I was getting ready for my day and when the time came to either wake her up and take her to daycare or wake up Erik and let him know she was in bed with him I froze. What to do? He never wakes up when she cries in the middle of the night and the only time I get to sleep in on weekends is when I forcefully push him from the bed and tell him it’s his turn to wake up early with Laine with a solid “or else” in there somewhere. So I woke up Erik, I told him to call me first thing when she wakes up to let me know how her eye is doing and if it’s  still attached to the socket of her skull. I did get a phone call, not until 8:30 but I did get a call. Then I got a photo text of the pile of poop Laine was using as finger paint on my bed sheets. She’d been up for a while it seemed, she didn’t have her morning tired eyes and those take at least ten minutes to go away. Erik woke up to her crying and holding a poopy finger under his face and of course he did what any good parent does, he took a picture, then snatched her up and tossed her in the bath. He took the sheets off the bed and tossed them onto the couch, like you do. While he was getting dressed Laine found a sugar bowl next to the coffee pot in my bedroom and dumped it on the floor, like she do, and when Erik went to vacuum it up he found the bag was full so this is when I got second phone call of the day “Hon, where do we keep the vacuum bags?” We were out so he made a run to Kroger, I’m assuming he took Laine with him but was too terrified to ask just in case he decided to leave her with a bowl of food in front of the TV. When he got back he found out that he’d bought the wrong size of vacuum bags and instead of going back to Kroger he said screw it and packed Laine up and drove up to his office to pick up his paycheck. In between all of this I got three other phone calls, the first for “What do I feed her” the second was “where do we keep the sugar?” and the third was “where do we keep her clothes?” sigh. Once he got to his office, presumably with a fed, sugar highed and clothed baby, he was put to work for about an hour so Jenn watched and played with Laine for a while. As he worked her got an email from Wells Fargo informing him that we had been turned down for our loan to refinance our house because our savings account was short the required two months mortgage by 24 dollars. (This got fixed and we closed on the house yesterday.) Again Erik said screw it and left. He got his check and headed to Target to buy an umbrella stroller because our large one was still at Nanny’s house from the previous Wednesday. While he was there he bought the correct size vacuum bags and then he and Laine headed over to the zoo. Once they parked and were walking in, a mother and her kids that were leaving informed him that the zoo closes at 3:00. It was 3:00. The zoo was closed. Of course it was. So since they were close to some park Erik knew about he and Laine went to walk around a lake and look at ducks until one duck started getting aggressive and Erik got freaked out and so he packed Laine up and brought her home. I met him there and tried so hard not to laugh at him as he told me about his day. I failed.  Around 5:30 we went to drop Laine off at my mom’s so that he and I could go to dinner and a movie and celebrate his birthday together. We got to the restaurant, got a table and ordered our drinks. Erik started shifting very uncomfortably in his seat and then asked me if I’d brought my wallet because it seemed to him that the padding that should be bumping up his left cheek wasn’t there. So we had to gracefully sneak out of the restaurant and head back home to get his wallet. By the time we drove back to the movie theater area we had 45 minutes until the movie started so again Erik said screw it. We ate dinner at Marble Slab, both of us getting Sundays bigger than our heads. After we got the ice cream we went to the movie, watched it then headed to my mom’s to get Laine. On the way home we stopped at Wendy’s for some dinner then we passed out before 11:00. Before crawling into bed Erik said he was glad that day was over.  I cuddled up with him and talked to him until he fell asleep about what good Daddy he is and what a great job he'd done the whole day keeping his attitude positive and enjoying Laine's company, letting all the other crap just fall to the side. I told him that I loved him and then he started snoring. Happy Birthday honey.

Happy Birthday Daddy