it's been raining pretty much all day here. on and off.
i actually love rain. as long as i'm not expected to get out in it. all you short girls can understand this. most of my pants touch the ground. you know, the bottom part. so when i'm in the rain, the bottoms of my pants get wet. and i guess by some type of weird, capillary action...the entire pant leg is wet before too long. yuck. then i'm freezing cold. and it all goes downhill from there.
it's been thundering, but pratt doesn't seem to be affected by it. that's good. because his mom is a totally scaredy cat when it comes to thunder. always have been.
i'm reminded today of how lucky i am to be home. to have this "job" at home. there are some days when i complain. but days like this...when pratt and i can have pajama days...i remember why i love it. and i remember that at certain times, it really does feel like this is what i was meant to do.
so clint...if you're reading this...thank you for letting me stay home. thank you for working so hard that i can. thank you for never complaining that i don't always make dinner. and that i don't always have the laundry done. thank you for never, ever asking what i spend my time doing. thank you for being a wonderful dad. and an even better husband.
remember this post next time we get into a fight :) just kidding...sort of.
About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
3 comments:
one word, ms. hannah: jealous
for more detail, reference my blog :(
sarah, there are days (many of them, if i'm being honest) where i pray that one day i'll have a job. with adults. and people who actually speak instead of coo.
seriously, it's that old, "if you have curly hair...you want straight" deal. i know, i know.
anytime, you let me know. and i'll go fill in for you. and you can keep pratt and zane. i mean, surely if someone just tells me how many pills to count, then i can do it...right? hahahah. right. because that's why it took four years and lots of pharmacology.
i would totally get you fired. ;)
:) Too sweet! LOL. But really, thats so true. THey do work hard. You reminded me to be thankful for that. We are very lucky...I may need to re-post that and put Brandons name in it sometime...
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