doudsville

i awoke this morning (not for the first time) at 9am to hear greg and bets playing in the yard.

greg: "and......a swing and a miss by daddy!"
elizabeth: "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!"

apparently he's been teaching her the art of whiffle-ball.  it's a pretty good deal for him i think.  he just hits and hits and she shags the balls into a bucket for him.  i know it's so cliched and boring, but it really warmed my heart to hear the two of them playing together.  they were nice sounds to wake up to.

it was greg's birthday yesterday.

i didn't do anything for him.  nothing.  not a card, not a cake.  no burrito.  no home-cooked meal .  not even his favorite chocolate bar.  nothing.

i've been feeling pretty bad about it, sort of.  i kinda have an excuse.  maybe.

i've been sick.

friday night, in a matter of about 15 minutes, i went from feeling 100% healthy to feeling like i needed to go to the hospital.  pretty sure i looked like one of those sick people from movies where modern medicine isn't around yet: shivering and shaking and convulsing and sweating and thrashing about and breathing all weird.  the only thing missing was that little porcelain bowl they stick under your arm when they "bleed you out."  so pathetic.

i think i scared greg a little.

long story short, sunday i got some testing done and it turns out i had a couple different bacterial infections going on.  today is the first day i feel well enough to......well.......to do anything at all.  now my biggest challenge is keeping up with the four sets of pills i have to take, all at different time-intervals.  don't get me wrong, it's a challenge i gladly accept.  antibiotics are friends!

anyways, when i woke up this morning finally feeling better and heard greg and bets in the yard, i just had myself a little cry of gratitude for the guy i married.

i know, i know....i hate those "my husband is the greatest buy ever!" rants.  especially from the pulpit.  total eye roll.

but it was the guy's birthday.  and i did spend it in a quasi-coma, while he took care of a toddler and worse, ME.  so i get to announce it, just this once....for everyone to hear.  because that's just how i feel today.  shout it from the rooftops, i married well.  my husband is GOLD.

one more thing.  this has to be recorded for posterity.

greg's taken two weeks off of work so he could be around to help after nora was born.  a few days ago he turned to me and said he felt like he was getting too much sleep.  he was dead serious.  he wanted to know what else he could do, and told me he felt like i should utilize him while he had the time off.  like he must not be helping enough because he'd been keeping a pretty normal sleep schedule.

who IS this guy, right?  he's mine.