He makes me laugh!!

Micky and I have been together for 13 years--8 married, 5 dating-- so that's almost half of my life. People will often ask me how we keep things "fresh," or do we still feel "crazy" for each other (I know I do). I find these questions annoying but try to understand that most people asking them are really young and just haven't met that person you love enough to look at everyday for the rest of your life! In my mind a good marriage takes trust in God and each other, respect, love, passion, and a ton of laughter! Some days we may not get to experience a ton of laughter or passion (not everyday is perfect!), but the 3 main things--trust, respect, and love--are always there. That's not to say we don't disagree or argue every now and then--I personally think that's healthy for a relationship. It's in those times that our personalities can feed off of each other--I can actually calm down a bit, and Micky can actually get loud over something! It's great, and so far it seems to work for us! But I have to say that since we've had Chloe in our lives, the thing that has kept us happy more than anything is all the laughter! And he can really make me laugh! Not just at the funny things that she does--trust me there are plenty!--but also watching how we react to her or things she's done can be hilarious! Lucky for me and Chloe, Micky is a great dad, and there aren't too many things sexier than watching the man you love playing and getting dressed up in all of Mr. Potato Head's gear by your 3 year-old! Anyway, the point of this post was not to go on and on about my love for Micky, but to share one of our funny (you'll probably think gross) moments from last night!

*WARNING--NEXT PARAGRAPH NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE OF YOU WITH A WEAK STOMACH!*

Let me start by giving a little background information: 1. as you may know, Chloe has had the "crud" for a little over a week, no fever just a nagging cough and runny nose. We've been giving her cough syrup at night to help her sleep. 2. This may shock some of our "organic only" eating friends, but we had hot dogs for dinner last night. I love them, Micky loves 'em, and Chloe will eat anything she can dip in ketchup! We don't have them very often, and don't worry we only gave her one tablespoon of bacon grease and 2 shots of tequila to go with it! Fast forward to 9:45pm Micky and I are in our room talking when we see a little head peeking around the corner. Usually this is Clyde coming to get his 15 minutes of play time, but last night it was Chloe asking to sleep with us. Again, this may shock some of you, but we said sure, come on in. She doesn't ask often and there's usually a pretty good reason when she does. This should have warned us! Fast forward again to 3:15am, this is where it gets gross, Chloe sits straight up in bed and says I need to go potty. Micky picks her up to take her and before they're out of the bed--blughhhh-- you know it, we get to see the hot dog again! It's on the bed, carpet, hardwoods in the hall, door frame to the bathroom, all over Chloe, and a little actually made it to the potty! Trust me, she could've given Linda Blair (The Exorcist) a run for her money! My first comment was, "pull her hair back!" All of you ladies know how annoying it can be to get that stuff in your hair, especially when there's a tequila scent to it!(just kidding mom!) Now most of you know that even though I'm a nurse and love blood, guts, maggot infested wounds, etc.,--vomit and mucus just aren't my areas of expertise. I can't stand them. So, while I was cleaning up Chloe, Micky tackled the rest of the house! I thought to myself--God I love this man. And then, he actually made a joke about how hot dogs apparently don't digest much. You know it's love when you're both on your hands and knees cleaning another persons puke and can actually be laughing about it! Well, we made it back to bed and as soon as the lights were out Chloe popped back up and needed to go potty! I ran faster than any 31 week pregnant woman ever has, and she made it to the potty this time! We get her all cleaned up, she seems to be fine--no fever and is also joking about the nasty goo, and we head back to bed. The lights go out and Micky says, "Take two!" Looking back, that comment isn't quite as funny now, but at 3:45am this morning I thought it was hilarious!