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I remember my son once asked me, “Did you ever, like, kiss in high school?” And I told him this long drawn-out story of how shy I was, how I finally got a girlfriend but she broke up with me because I was too shy to try to kiss her, and then I had another girlfriend but still couldn’t figure out kissing. The technique was always a big obstacle in my head, like, How do you kiss? Where does your chin go? Forget about anything beyond kissing-first base was a total mystery to me. So I’m telling my son this long story, and he listens patiently until he finally realizes where I’m going with it, and he says, “Dad, no-did you like Kiss in high school? Kiss, the band!” And I was, “Oh yeah, Kiss…they were good.”

{July} Day 31: 3 gifts difficult

We weren’t able to keep up with this month’s Joy Dare for so many different reasons but we don’t want to let the month end without expressing just how thankful we are for all the blessings we received in July. God is always good :)

From both of us—for the entire month:

  1. Maggie: The really ugly argument we had last week. It was bad. Neither one of us handled the situation right and it just made everything 10 times harder. But even though we were both being super stubborn and unreasonable, eventually we found our way with God’s help. We’ve talked and are still talking about the reasons behind that argument and this was a good learning experience. Next time—because arguments happen, it’s part of marriage—we’re going to do better!
  2. Eric: Watching my wife go through the experience of meeting members of her biological family. It was an immensely emotional, sometimes tense, scary experience but she went into the situation with an open mind and heart. I have seen my wife grow a lot this past month and I am thankful for the opportunity to share this growth with her. 
  3. Both: The littlest getting sick and the kiddo being miserable because he baby brother wasn’t feeling well. It was dreadful and being away from home made the situation even more difficult. However, we were blessed to have found a great doctor—a pediatrician, no less—who was able to provide our child with the necessary medical care. Administering the antibiotics and paracetamol was such a feat because our son hates medicine but we managed with the help of toe kisses and fruit snacks. 

The sass is strong with this one.

Eric has been kissing, hugging, and staring at the kiddo with a smile that can only be described as a I’m-a-proud-dad-that’s-my-baby type of smile.

The kiddo is SO annoyed with Daddy.

And then this…

Kiddo: Mama, your husband is driving nuts!
Me: Daddy?
Kiddo: [frowning] How many husbands do you have?!?!
Eric: Margarita, I’ve been thinking, should we make him a sign or something to hang on his door when he needs privacy? [looks at the kiddo] I love you, bud!
Kiddo: [rolls his eyes] Ugh!

TMI

Note to self:

It’s totally cool to call a timeout during sexy time because you gotta puke rather than trying to be brave and failing miserably. Trust me. Having him hold your hair while you empty your stomach into the trash bin next to the bed is just not the ideal post-coital activity.

Poor husband was all like, “Queso?!?!”

Also, you are not pregnant. Stop freaking out, girlfriend.

Making up is fun ;)

  • Eric: [sighs] I'm an a**wipe.
  • Me: I want pineapple ice cream...
  • Eric: Margarita, I'm trying to apologize.
  • Me: Oh and topped with jalapeños!
  • Eric: Woman!
  • Me: I already forgave you, dude.
  • Eric: [smiling] When?
  • Me: Last night when you farted and woke yourself up.
  • Eric: Oh.
  • Me: But I wouldn't mind some groveling. Yeah, groveling would be nice.
  • Eric: [laughing his butt off] Is this your way of making me go down--
  • Me: You're going down no matter what, Sir.
  • Eric: [looking at me completely shocked] Miss Maggie!

I made a thing!

Potato cakes with chile guero and Oaxacan cheese. Probably not the healthiest choice for dinner but we need all the comfort food :)

…a major pro of staying in a ridiculously expensive suite: there’s a fully functional kitchen.