Valentines

We had a babysitter!  Jason took me to this great place - Sea Garden.  The food is so yummy.  I hope we can go again.  Everything was so pretty, I took pictures of it all.

 Drinks and fondue.

 Fish and chips (side dish), California rolls, and pasta.

Beef for Jason, grilled Red Snapper and Salmon for me (so yummy), and Waffle of Okinawa [kokotu(mascovado)].  The waffle was so yummy, it had 2 kinds of ice cream - one salted.

 The view.

It was a great night!

A Post For Daddy's To Be!!

This pregnancy Jason has had a couple of really good faux pas.  I thought I would write them down, so I can make sure he never forgets. 

I might have not gotten the wording just right, but this is basically what he said.


1.  This is said to the pregnant wife, while going through first trimester yucks.
"You weren't sick with the other ones, right?" 
Wife glares and thinks husbands have a better pregnancy memory loss than women.  My Mom verified that my Dad made the same comment and my Mom was deathly ill with all 6 pregnancies.

2.  While talking to someone from his past and someone wife has never met.  The topic of who they know that is having babies comes up.  Husband segways with  "She is usually not this fat, we are expecting another one."  I laugh - because I am still too happy about having had my ultrasound earlier that day and I am holding the worlds  cutest baby swimsuit - so who cares, but I did remind him he was an idiot later.  He tried to redeem himself by claiming that the shirt I was wearing made it hard to tell if I was pregnant.

Love you Jason!!

He loves me...He loves me not...He Loves Me!!!

Early in our sweet marriage just after laundering our sheets I made a confession to Jason.

I confessed how much I loves freshly laundered sheets. When you first climb into a clean bed, the sheets are crisp (not scratchy - free of wrinkles), tight, and smell like clean cotton. Oh, just thinking about it makes me want to grab all our sheets and through them in the washer. I just love it.

After this confession, do you know he has never climbed into a freshly laundered bed before I do. Never. In fact the other night illustrates this perfectly. I fiddled on the computer while Jason enjoyed his nightly routine and then he graciously helped me put the clean sheets on our bed (the really tall mattress and deep pocket sheets are tricky - without his help, his side will eventually pop off the corners).

Then I skipped off to enjoy my nightly routine assuming he was just going to climb in and doze until I finished (as is our usual, unless I get to go first). Well, and to put it mildly, if I don't think Jason is waiting I am very, very, very slow with my nightly routine. I use that time to think about how the day went, what I need to do tomorrow, and I fuss.

It was already getting to be late when I started and then I came to bed. There he was, extremely tired and waiting for me, lying on top of the quilt. Just so I could be the first one to slide into those freshly laundered sheets.

Does it get any more apparent than that!!!! It is the little things, isn't it?