Grannies, Grampsies, and Husband's of few words..

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So Mason & I have decided that we are going to make homemade "Grandparent's Day" cards for his grandparents...well, I decided. He is only 11 months after all. But being on this craft kick of mine, I figured why not! My husband completely grimaced when I told him that this was going to be in our near future as Grandparent's Day is on September 9th. He is never terribly surprised by my ranging plethora of ideas. But, when it comes to being crafty, he figured it would be a short phase ending when Mason's birthday decor crafts were finished. I'm not quite sure if he thought it was a passing phase as much as he was just hoping it was!  


My husband is definitely one of those guys that could go through life mumbling a couple words only when he has too. Nick was an only child and is very good at being antisocial. When he lets loose though, watch out world! He is so funny, and flirty and just a blast to hang with. We had so much fun growing up together in our teens & early 20s just partying and dancing and drinking at the bar... Not that I'm being one of those pathetic nostalgic girls that is going to just say screw it and go out and barhop til 3 AM five out of seven days a week while my kid is with whomever I was able to pawn him off on that night...although I would like to do that once right after I am done breastfeeding! <---- Off topic. Nick is so laid back that it is good and annoying. It is good for me being bipolar and having rage issues cause he just lets it roll of his back and never holds against me the terrible things I say and ways I act when I am in a rage. Bad, because I want him to fight for me, fight for himself, but he doesn't. That is very irritating at times. There are lots of years that I held against Nick for things he did and problems he caused to our relationship because of a bad drinking problem he had developed (and has now successfully overcome!), then we had Mason. Those years of throwing stuff in his face, holding onto my own anger because I couldn't forgive or get past his actions. When I saw him hold Mason, something changed. All those feelings of ill-will left, vanished, poof! He is the best possible father I could imagine for my child. Go me for having such good judgement when I picked him at 15 years old! 


Well that's all for tonight, I hear some crocodile tears in the other room and very sad "mamamamas." 

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