Getting Down & Dirty with My Husband

Last night my husband and I watched the first episode in the 3-part series of This Emotional Life.

Through case studies and discussions with couples at different stages of their lives, this episode focuses on family, friends and lovers and how strong, healthy bonds with other people directly relate to happiness and marital satisfaction.

Over many years and following many couples, these experts determined that one of the main ingredients to a successful, long-term relationship is keeping the excitement alive.

Another key factor was partnership and after several experiments using physical challenges couples needed to complete, they determined that partners who worked together to successfully complete a task were more satisfied with their relationship, and were happier individuals.

It was right after watching this that I mentioned the Del Mar Mud Run to my husband. It’s a 5K obstacle course that is meant to be both challenging and fun. When I told him I was interested in participating, he jumped right in to say he’d join me.

Even though we only have a month to train, I know that this will be much more exciting for us than any road race we could compete in. We’re both looking forward to this event, especially knowing that this is just another adventure for us to enjoy together.

After listening to the couples in This Emotional Life discuss their marriages and the ups and downs they faced throughout their relationships, it’s easy to compare a long-term relationship to a marathon, complete with obstacles and muddy terrain.

My husband and I are prepared. There are many hills for us to climb and there will be times we will struggle more than others, but we’re a great team and we will continue to support each other and cheer one another on, through every leg of the race, all the way to the finish line.

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25 Things You Probably Don’t Know About Me

Just because I’ve been blogging for four years doesn’t mean that you’ve been reading my posts for that long. Which is exactly why I felt the need to join in this fun little Blog Hop that my friend Christine, aka Everyday Mama, started.

Here we go. Pay attention – there may be a quiz later:

  1. My middle name was Lea as a child. I changed it to my maiden name when I got married.
  2. My sons now share my middle name.
  3. I’m a natural red head and rarely color my hair. When I do I just add highlights.
  4. I have seven tattoos…no wait, eight. I can’t keep track of them all since some are blended together.
  5. My best friend from high school gave me my first tattoo in her bathroom with Indian Ink and a safety pin.
  6. I got my nose pierced in college and then took it out when it became the next big trend.
  7. I played hockey in college.
  8. I met my husband in college.
  9. I never graduated from college – even after four long years of full-time classes, including nights and summer courses.
  10. During college, I hosted a radio show which was the best job I ever had. I got to listen to music and hear myself talk.
  11. My first car was a 1967 Volkswagen Beetle … I bought it even though I had no idea how to drive a stick.
  12. I also had dreads at the time.
  13. I can type 85 WPM and have carpal tunnel to prove it.
  14. I also have rheumatoid arthritis in my hands and knees. I blame it on volleyball and snowboarding.
  15. I have never broken a single bone in my body.
  16. I got third degree burn when I was in third grade from playing with matches.
  17. I am 3/4 Mexican but do not speak Spanish.
  18. I have 14 cousins on each side of my family and grew up surrounded by playmates.
  19. I attended Catholic school from Kindergarten through high school.
  20. I am not a practicing Catholic any more. Not even close.
  21. I call my dad, “Papa.”
  22. I have visited over 35 states. Mostly by car.
  23. I have traveled to Italy, Canada, and Germany on business.
  24. I write poetry and both times I spoke at an open mic night I recited a poem I wrote about my current husband.
  25. I swear an awful lot.

Your turn!

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There’s many reasons why I consider my husband an MVP. He’s definitely the most valuable person in our family, doing so much to take care of us on a daily basis.

To start, he pretty much sacrificed everything to move across the country to live with me and my son. Of course, by the time he finally got here, his job required him to commute an hour and a half each day (one-way) and kept him away the majority of the time. And then we had a baby.

He cooks great meals, on the stove or on the grill, even after working long hours all week. He volunteers to do the grocery shopping (he hits up Costco as they open their doors to avoid the crowds) and I have to fight him to do laundry, mostly so I can claim some sort of domesticity around here.

Yesterday, while I lounged on the couch, he cleaned the entire kitchen, scrubbing the stove and even wiping down the walls.

I find myself staring at him every once in a while in complete and utter awe, thanking my lucky stars for capturing such an amazing man. I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve him but he also gets bonus points for telling me otherwise.


I nominated my husband as my MVP in a new Facebook contest that’s going on. It’s from Brandman University and just by nominating your MVP, you will receive two complimentary passes to a Los Angeles Angels baseball game this summer.

The five (5) nominees with the most votes will receive:

  • Two (2) tickets to the Angels® baseball game July 20th in Anaheim, CA
  • Pre-game Ceremony Recognition
  • VIP Stadium Tour
  • Batting Practice Viewing
  • $50 in Angel Bucks
  • A commemorative jersey
  • And more!

Hurry over to their page to nominate the most valuable person in your life and get your comp passes sent in the mail. Nominations close June 22nd.

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It takes two to Rango

My husband and I first bonded over video games back in college, so when he moved in with my son and I a few months back, I had flashbacks to our youth as I watched him unpack the original game systems – and games – that he’s held onto all this time.

My son, who is now seven, could not have been more thrilled. Over the last four months, the two of them have bonded over these ‘old school’ video games along with the newer games that my son now plays on his Nintendo DSi.

Luckily, I now have my own Nintendo DSi (it’s pink, and I won it from our school’s Fall Festival), so I can keep up with the two of them. My son has since taught me how to use it and I continue to add games to my own wish list. The best part about each having our own is that we can play two-player games together, even from different rooms of the house!

While Rango is not a two-player game, it does allow for three files so that more than one person can play and stats are kept separate for each player. The third game slot is reserved for the newest member of our family, who won’t be ready to play for several years yet.

When I was invited to review the new game, Rango, for Nintendo DS, I was ecstatic. My son was too. We’ve been playing for a few weeks now, sharing hints and tips with one another and helping each other beat certain levels.

The game starts out in the town of Dirt and certain characters guide Rango on his adventures as he is led to the Desert and through the mines and hillsides beyond Main Street to chase down Bad Bill.

Once your Rango character finds the roadrunner, you’re in luck, since this is your ticket to getting back to Dirt, where you can purchase upgrades and restore your health.

So far, @hip_kid has had to battle two bad guys for me since I couldn’t beat them, after several attempts. Bad Bill and Rattlesnake Jake are two of the toughest dudes in the town of Dirt but my son’s a pro at video games and was able to survive and get me to the next level.

Rango is great for kids who can read on their own, otherwise mom or dad – or an older sibling – will have to step in and read the clues and messages that continue to pop up.

There is animated violence throughout (Rango uses a gun and other weapons to destroy certain critters throughout the game), but if you know anything about the movie, this shouldn’t surprise you. Also, when you get toward the end, aliens and UFOs come onto the scene and this was a surprise since they did not appear in the film.

According to hip_kid, “The game is harder than the movie.” Enough said.

If you’ve stopped by to get some tips on your Rango game, please let us know what you need help with. We might be able to help.

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This is the first day of the rest of my life

My friend, Becky, included me in her end of the year post and I loved this idea of reflecting on what has happened in the last twelve months. Since it was my birthday last week, I figured now would be a good time to finally answer these questions since this is when my new year really begins.

1. What did you do in the last year that you’d never done before? I gave birth naturally, without any pain meds.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I didn’t make any last year but this year, I resolve to save and invest money for my boys.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Me, Becky, one of my cousins and several other friends.

4. Did anyone close to you die? My paternal grandmother passed away in May.

5. What countries did you visit? None.

6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010? I would like more time with my family.

7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? July 18 – when Mr. Right and I got married, November 1st – when our long-distance relationship “ended,” and December 24 – the day our little baby was born.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Staying sane when my pregnancy and our long-distance relationship overlapped.

9. What was your biggest failure? Spending too much time worrying and not enough time enjoying the moment.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? No.

11. What was the best thing you bought? Nothing comes to mind…

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? My son behaved perfectly during our wedding ceremony. It was the perfect day and he made it even more special by being such a big part of it.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? He, whose name should not be mentioned here.

14. Where did most of your money go? Medical expenses during my pregnancy.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Starting our new life together as husband and wife.

16. What song will always remind you of 2010? First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

– happier or sadder? Much, much happier.

– thinner or fatter? Fatter, but can I blame it on the baby weight still?!

– richer or poorer? Richer, financially and otherwise.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Laugh.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Cry.

20. How did you spend Christmas? I spent the morning in the hospital staring at our new baby and in the late afternoon, admiring all three of my boys and feeling so blessed.

21. Did you fall in love in 2010? Yes, several times.

22. What was your favorite TV program? Parenthood on NBC.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? I don’t hate anyone. It’s a waste of energy.

24. What was the best book you read? Settling for Mr. Right.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery? Trainwreck Riders, Adele, and Citizen Cope.

26. What did you want and get by year’s end? A healthy baby.

27. What did you want and not get by year’s end? Can’t think of anything…

28. What was your favorite film of this year? The Kids Are All Right

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I turned 34 last Friday, and I spent the day with my boys.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? More days in the year?!

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010? Fashionable Maternity clothes!

32. What kept you sane? Laughing and playing with my son.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Sandra Bullock

34. Who was the best new person you met? My new baby.

35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010. Plan for surprises. They’re often the best things to happen to you.

36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. “I ain’t never had nobody like you.” – M. Ward

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con Leche

Our baby boy was born on Christmas Eve morning. I hadn’t packed my hospital bag ahead of time so I wasn’t feeling quite as prepared as I had hoped when I went into labor.  Luckily, I had made a quick trip to Babies R Us earlier in the week so we did have everything we needed, or so I thought.

The morning after our baby was born, my husband went home to shower and to grab a quick bite to eat (the cafeteria food wasn’t cutting it for him). He showed up a few hours later with a small gift in hand. Even though it was Christmas Day, it still brought me to tears. This is certainly one Christmas I will never forget.

Inside the box was a watch, one that was on my wish list but that still came as a surprise. I haven’t worn a watch in years and even though I recall saying a few years back that the wrist watch would soon be obsolete (what with everyone carrying a phone which tells the correct time), I fell in love with the watches from con Leche that I had discovered during my pregnancy.

con Leche (Spanish for “with milk” or “milky”), makes stylish watches for breastfeeding moms. Underneath the standard dial that tells the current time is a second dial which shows the time of baby’s last feeding and is manually reset each time your breastfeed. You can also record which side baby nursed on at each feeding by manually setting “L” (left), or “R” (right). Ingenious.

When my first son was born and breastfeeding was new to both of us, I kept track of each feeding on a piece of paper but soon discovered that having that paper handy at each feeding was the most challenging part of the process.

Breastfeeding can be a struggle during the first few weeks but it does get easier. My new watch is a lifesaver and makes feeding the baby much less stressful since I simply glance down at my wrist to determine when, approximately, his next feeding will be.

I highly recommend adding a con Leche watch – with three unique designs – to your baby registry or for dads to purchase as a push present for their partner. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas gift (besides our Christmas Eve baby).

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Better Than Pajama Jeans

As part of my #NewYearNewYou challenge, I’ve committed to share my progress on a weekly basis. I encourage you to take the challenge. Thank you for supporting me in reaching my goals.

Our baby is just over 2 weeks old already. The last few weeks have gone by so quickly, having to adjust to less sleep and a new routine of not really having a routine just yet.

It made sense to continue to wear my maternity clothes after the baby was born since I still looked pregnant but it soon became evident that I would have to start wearing my pre-pregnancy fat pants (aka anything with elastic) since I kept having to pull them up. Pajama jeans were sounding pretty ideal but before I had a chance to pick up the phone and order a pair, I did it – I fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans!

Our son is already 8 pounds and he’s stretching beyond the newborn size clothes. We’re all very happy & healthy over here, getting caught up on sleep and taking advantage of the additional hands that are here to help  us out. My husband is about half way through his paternity leave. I can’t imagine doing this without him…

Breastfeeding has helped me lose the baby weight so quickly and taking walks every other day have also contributed to the rapid weight loss. Only a mile and a half at a time for the last few weeks, but we plan on increasing the length of our treks now that I’m ready to really start exercising and baby is sleeping for longer periods of time between feedings.

This week, I’m venturing out with baby in tow to three events, all of which revolve around food. I’ve been enjoying my husband’s cooking – as usual – but I’m excited to get out and enjoy some girl time with my fellow bloggers and friends.

I swear, the term GNO was originally coined by a mom of only boys. Now that I’m surrounded by three males, I realize how important my girl time really is. Don’t get me wrong, I love being the Queen of the house (with no princesses yet to compete with me), but I’m looking forward to sharing some laughs and sipping on drinks with my girlfriends.

Perhaps one of them has tried a pair of Pajama Jeans and can tell me if they’re better than my pre-pregnancy jeans because right now, I can’t think of anything better to slip into.

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Our Christmas Eve Miracle

December 23

The day started out like every other Thursday before. I dropped off my son  at his dad’s house and headed to my weekly pre-natal yoga class. This time, at 38 1/2 weeks pregnant, I was hoping this class would be my last one.

I was feeling much more pressure in my pelvic area and lower back but I was determined to push myself through  class. It was embarrassing, but I could barely do the majority of the poses and stretches. Everything ached in a way that I couldn’t even begin to describe.

It took every ounce of energy I had to get through the 70-minute class and finally, at the end, when the instructor told us to get into our relaxing positions, I felt the sweet tears of relief slip down my cheeks. I was done.

I had grand plans for that afternoon which included last minute Christmas shopping, a few loads of laundry and installing the car seat, but instead I drove home and fell asleep on the couch, skipping lunch and a shower. I hadn’t felt that exhausted in a long while.

When I woke up, 2 1/2 hours later, I felt better, physically, but guilt had taken over as I focused on the things I had not been able to accomplish. It was already 3:00 in the afternoon and I had no motivation. I can get the last minute things done tomorrow, I thought to myself.

My husband was getting off work early that day, so I waited patiently for him to get home, breathing through the few mild contractions that kept occurring.

Just the Two of Us

Once he was home, I quickly lost track of time. I used that time to finally take my daily shower and quickly felt more energized. I became pretty emotional as we then sat and talked about the upcoming weekend, how we would have a few days to ourselves while my son was at his dad’s. Our discussion quickly moved to how it would be a good weekend to have the baby, joking about how badly I was looking forward to no longer being pregnant.

For the next few hours, mild contractions kept me from moving too far from the recliner but I didn’t think twice about how long they lasted or how often they were occurring.

They became even stronger around 1o:00 pm, and suddenly my mind started working overtime, thinking about what we would need in our hospital bag (that hadn’t been packed yet at this point) and internally panicking about if I would be able to handle the labor pains using the hypnobirth techniques that I hadn’t practiced enough. I never once voiced my concern to my husband. I was in denial that this was really happening.

Even though the contractions did not let up over the next hour, I suggested that we go to bed, thinking there were hours ahead of us until we needed to even think about calling the doctor. My husband fell asleep about twenty minutes later. I listened to his heavy breathing and was glad he was getting some rest but over the twenty minutes that followed, the contractions remained consistently strong, coming every twelve minutes.

Reality Check

I started to feel nauseous and with little warning and no energy to get to the bathroom, I threw up all over our bed.  At that point, I finally admitted to myself and verbalized to my husband that it was time to call the doctor, that we needed to time my contractions and, oh yeah, pack for the hospital.

I had him start the self-hypnosis CD so I could get me into a more relaxed state. He called the doctor, left a message and tried to wake up (this all happened so quickly). The most entertaining part of this whole event was him attempting to pack my hospital bag, following instructions from me that included details like, “I need that one thing, and I have no idea where it is but if you could find it, that would be great.”

He was a bit panicked, asking me what he should do as I could barely think or talk between contractions, which were now closer to four minutes apart. The doctor finally called us back as we were  ready to leave the house. The 3 mile ride to the hospital seemed much longer, even though I kept asking my husband to slow down. The contractions were pretty intense at this point but for some reason, I scoffed at his suggestion that I sit in the wheelchair once we arrived so I  hobbled down the hallway in slow motion, finally reaching the birth pavilion of our hospital.

Checking In

We had just had the hospital tour that Monday and filled out our paperwork to pre-register but it still seemed as though it took forever to get checked in. Our room was waiting for us since our doctor called ahead and I stepped into the bathroom to undress as my husband ran out to park the car. I remember thinking that I should not have been left alone at that point. The contractions were so strong that I could barely remove my clothes on my own, or stand, or sit, or walk.

By the time my husband returned, I was in the hospital gown, attempting to climb onto the birthing bed. I think it was around 1:30 am (December 24) when we arrived. The nurse on duty asked me questions about my weight, height and confirmed, after reading over my birth plan (that I hadn’t even shown my husband yet), that I was going to attempt to have a natural birth, a VBAC without any drugs or distraction from the hospital staff.

With the paperwork out of the way, the nurse checked my cervix. I was dilated to 3 centimeters and at that point, I figured I still had a long way to go before the baby would be joining us.

Then, we were left alone and the room remained dark and silent as I squeezed my husband’s hand during each contraction, demanding ice chips and a shoulder massage with simple commands, not able to say more than two words at at time.

Labor Pains

I wasn’t wearing my glasses at this point so I couldn’t see the clock in the room if I wanted to, so I have no idea how long my contractions were lasting or how often but I tried. The pain was intense but was coming in waves. Each time a contraction peaked, I began doubting whether or not I could endure them much longer. In between each one I would share my doubts with my husband, telling him that I didn’t think I could handle anymore. He kept reminding me that I could and we had this same back and forth discussion for at least twenty minutes before I finally asked him to call the nurse in so we could discuss my alternatives for drugs to manage the pain.

The nurse hadn’t been in our room for several hours, honoring my birth plan and not distracting us since it wasn’t necessary. When we told her that I was hoping for pain medication, she told us that she would have to check my progress. Around 5:00 am she shocked us both by telling me that it was too late (for drugs), I was already fully dilated and would probably want to start pushing soon.

Again, we were left alone as the nurse instructed us to inform her as soon as I felt the urge to push. I hesitated for maybe one minute before calling her back in, letting her know that I was ready. I was ready to get this baby out.

Not quickly enough, she and another nurse began preparing the room with everything they would need. My doctor was called and after ten long minutes or so, he came in, whispering and letting me know that our baby would be joining us soon. Already, I was feeling relief, knowing that this process was nearly over.

Just Push It

The doctor came in and congratulated me for making it to this point without any drugs, letting me know what was going to happen next. All I could think about was meeting my baby and wanting him out of me as soon as possible. Everything happened so quickly after that. He asked me to bear down and push, taking breaks in between but I didn’t want to stop once I felt the baby making his way down and out of my body. I pushed and I wailed, my entire body working harder than I ever knew was possible.

Our baby slipped out so fast and suddenly, he was on my belly, still attached to the umbilical cord and I began to weep with relief, joy and sheer amazement that the VBAC was a success, that I didn’t have any drugs and that our baby was finally here.

Bonding Time

The hospital that we birthed at is San Diego County’s first World Health Organization-designated Baby-Friendly birth pavilion, which means that they promote breastfeeding and bonding time (we were not given any formula and were encouraged to start breastfeeding right away).

The baby was placed on my chest immediately after the cord was cut and he stayed there for two full hours before they finally bathed him or put a diaper on his bottom. Yes, he peed all over me, yes, he still had blood on him and YES, it was the most amazing two hours that the three of us had together. My husband took pictures, as we admired our  new baby and delighted in every movement, stretch,  and yawn.

Baby’s First Christmas

We were able to go home the next day, and my older son was waiting anxiously to meet his new brother. We got home just in time to wrap gifts (in plastic bags) and start our Christmas Day celebration with our newest family member. There were presents for the baby and as we opened them, I questioned how everyone knew he would be here for Christmas. I wish someone had let us know.

Our baby is one week old today and already I can’t imagine our lives without him.

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It Takes a Village to Feed My Family

A little over a month ago, my husband finally moved here and it was around that time that I started to panic. After all, he’s the cook between the two of us and my secret (that I loathe cooking) was no longer going to be a secret.

He enjoys cooking, in fact, he loves it. His family told me, before he moved here, that they were really going to miss him, but mostly they’d miss his cooking. Now that he’s here, I know exactly what they mean. He spoils me when the weekends come, spending about as much time in the kitchen over those two days than I normally do during the remainder of the week.

I love this game

Thanksgiving was a great test for us since we spent the entire morning cooking and creating side dishes alongside one another without any arguing (0r crying, on my part). It was a great memory to have for our first Thanksgiving together and ever since then, my husband’s love of cooking and preparing meals has worn off on me.

Still, I craved more menu ideas so I turned to my friends (who also happen to be bloggers), who came to my rescue and suggested some pretty impressive meals (which I have yet to attempt to make, I have to admit). Now that I’m feeling more confident about my cooking skills, I’m ready to try them out and I hope you do too.

Earlier this year, Mama Mary and I hooked up (that’s not the right term but I also can’t think of another way to refer to it at the moment) to create “The Most Interesting Soup in the World” using a crock pot and so it’s been proven that I can handle meals in the slow cooker but here are some additional ideas for meals to cook on the stove, or bake in the oven.

  • Mom of 6 and blogger over at Adventures of a Military Family has a similar issue with regard to cooking. In fact, when she responded to my request she wrote, “me and the stove just don’t have a good relationship,” which made me like her even more! A food blogger friend of hers shares Foodie Friday Posts and has more recipes on her own site, of course.

It’s easy to look at major recipe sites to find ideas for special occasions or for the everyday meal, but if you have a favorite recipe that you discovered on line, or shared on your own site, please link to it below in the comments. We could all benefit from a Recipe Exchange among friends and if we’re not already friends, kindly introduce yourself.

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Gender Roles

I left the house this morning, in my car, and ended up on the side of the road not long after I reached the highway. I didn’t let my car warm up (advice my dad gave me when I first started driving) and was reminded, once again, why it’s so important to slow down and, of course, to take better care of my vehicle that has over 100,000 miles on it and has been with me for so long.

When I first learned to drive, at age 15, my dad insisted that I also learn now to change a flat tire, how to check the oil level in the car and that I felt comfortable with every single instrument on the control panel, not to mention knowing the proper way to parallel park and how to park on a hill, how to drive in the snow and on ice and when it’s raining out.

I rolled my eyes through these “lessons” thinking that I was the only one of my friends that had to go through this just to have access to the family vehicle, but I have to tell you, I am grateful that my dad taught me these things, even though I have a cell phone now and road side assistance should anything seriously go wrong.

My ex-husband is into cars too. He buys old cars and fixes them up so I have no doubt in my mind that our son will grow up to know a lot more about taking care of cars than I do. He’ll be much better prepared since he’s already helping his dad in the garage and getting to know cars from the inside out.

My son also knows his way around the kitchen, thanks to my husband, the cook in our family. Already, my son has seen him spend more hours preparing meals than he’s seen me prepare in the 7 years he’s been alive. I’m famous for boxed meals, microwaveable snacks and my ability to heat up anything that comes in a can! My son’s well-fed, that’s for sure, but his palette is becoming more sophisticated now that my husband has introduced us both to some really great meals.

Just a few days ago, I was giving my son a hard time about when it would be his turn to prepare dinner. I was kidding, of course, but he stepped up to the challenge and insisted upon creating something for us to sample. I was too exhausted to argue with him so I became his assistant and he began his cooking experiment.

I watched as he pulled out a step stool, grabbed a mixing bowl, an egg and measuring cups to whip together a drink that actually tasted pretty damn good. As he put together all of the ingredients, I somehow kept my mouth shut. At the time, I was asking myself why I was allowing him to be wasteful since his concoction couldn’t possibly be edible. He certainly surprised me because not only was it edible, but it was really good!

My gut instinct was to let him experiment and I was so glad that I listened to that inner voice telling me that however his recipe turned out, it would be OK. I encouraged him to explore what he knew and what he had obviously picked up from watching me bake or my husband cook.

He knew what he was doing and I could see his confidence boost as he noticed my expression change when I was finally able to try his homemade drink. He had made a fruit/vegetable smoothie that was delicious. I made him write down the recipe because it was really good and I’m eager for him to make it for us again.

I had planned on sharing his recipe here, but I think I’ll leave that up to him. I’m not sure how much he’ll charge, but I know he has entrepeneur in him as well so if you want a copy, it’ll cost you.

He’s going to make a great husband someday.

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