Jacobisms

People who don't read this blog:

1) My kids
2) Husband
3) Husband's family
4) everyone else in the world

And I want to keep it that way. This is my way to journal and record and I can't do that if I can't talk about how bat crazy my family is sometimes. 

{correction: we are bat crazy all the time with only a few sane moments that no one witnesses}

So Jacob and I are coming out of a long spell of really trying to get along and most of the time me hating him a lot. Disgust and loathing are accurate terms here. Some of it he deserved (nothing like infidelity or a porn addiction, just overall nincompoopiness and stupidity) and some of it he didn't. Some of it was me being a raging pregnant woman and post partum beast. And a lot of it was him being totally insecure about his medical career. As a side note, medical students have a very high rate of suicide and divorce. Anyway. 

So I wanted to record that we are on the mend and working out lots of communication and what Gordon B Hinckley referred to as 'a high degree of mutual toleration.' We try to go on dates and are getting lots of practice with joint decision making. 

 

He didn't work on Wednesday, so I left him with Lucy while I went shopping for some workout shoes and pants. He dressed her in his nasty tube socks to keep her legs warm. She loves him so much! It's really cute. 

I went to the Garment District and had my favorite food truck, Wafels and Dinges. It really was a beautiful day in the city. It's hard to not feel a ton of energy in manhattan. The whole place pulses day and night. 

 
 

I asked him to pick up some cheese for fajitas on his way home from work. LET ME REPEAT THAT, 

CHEESE FOR FAJITAS.

Here's what I got:

 

He even put it on his fajitas and acted like it was good. 

Jacob brought home a used massage table a while ago. The only place it fits is right in the middle of the living room. All three girls got a kick out of the hole for your face. 
 

He calls this front pack/carrier a BODY BAG:

 

I have to remind myself on a daily basis that he's a good guy, very smart and hard working and really is trying hard to be a good dad/stepdad/husband.  I'm working on being grateful that I have him and that his intentions are very genuine and he really wants to take care of us. He takes his role as provider and protector very seriously. There are crappy guys out there. He's not one of them. And oh my gosh, isnlucy really that cute.?!

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