I had the pleasure of talking to one of my sister in laws the other day. She lives in Knoxville, TN and we talk on occasion but not as often as we should. We keep up via email and Facebook but still a good old phone conversation is the next best thing to being around someone in person. As long as it's someone you like, if you don't like them then being around them in person may just be the worst thing in the world. But, in this case I like her.
We were talking about the kids and how fast they grow up and how it seems like just yesterday we were trying to figure out how the hell the Snugli worked so we could take Sweet Girl on her first Black Friday outing at the young age of 4 weeks old. The process of figuring this out was someone comical and I remember laughing hysterically. Maybe it wasn't really that funny and I was just dealing with postpartum hormones, regardless I had a damn good laugh.
She then commented on the fact that she keeps up with the kids and reads the blog. I was so happy that she reads it. Her husband, however, does not. I mean he is a husband and probably not interested in his crazy sister in laws kids and reading about being puked on. This is generally not manly reading. And then she shared that she makes him mute the TV (that is just AWESOME Amanda!) and she reads it to him. How romantic is that?? She reads him my posts, she says it's because they are so funny but really I think deep down it's because they are newlyweds and in that romantic stage. So while he doesn't do the actual reading he is having it read TO him. Sure it's not Shakespeare or some other highly romantic reading but instead tales of hot vomit running down my chest (there is romance in that, no?) or the weirdo things my kids do (and wow they are weird).
Now, I can't tell you if he is really listening or if he is secretly wishing his sister in law had never started a blog so he could get back to whatever he was enjoying before he was interrupted.
It's probably the latter.
3 weeks ago