Eight years and counting

Eight years ago yesterday, Wade and I realized that our marriage license was about to expire. That impending deadline lit a bigger fire under our bums than our five year relationship and my six month pregnant belly. We felt married and didn't really care about the legality of it so much, so we'd kind of put it off.

We had two great friends on call. Seriously. They were ready for that call saying we were finally ready to do it. I looked at the calendar and realized the next day was the day - 11/11/00. Only two numbers - and binary at that - for Wade to remember. I frantically called Tie The Knot Wedding Chapel. Thankfully the lovely lady was able to squeeze us in. Nestled between a 7-11 and slot car racing store complete with barred windows, it couldn't have been more romantic.

Seeing as it was eight years ago, we didn't have a digital camera. And scanning those photos hasn't quite made it to the top of my to do list. It's a real shame too, because there are some doozies.

We'll just pretend this was our wedding photo since it's about that old. You can tell because I look like I'd slept in the last seven years.

And all these years later.

Happy Father's Day!

Wade and our college buddy went to see The Queers last night near Cincy. I thought Wade was going to take part of this morning off and have a yummy Father's Day breakfast with us. At 8:30pm last night I realized that we were out of an essential Overnight Cinnamon Roll ingredient - buttermilk. (If you've never made these DO IT NOW!) We were also out of plain yogurt, so off to Krog we went. Taking the kids out past 7pm is usually a very bad idea. 7pm might as well be the full moon for my little werewolves. Being the daredevil that I am, we went for it.

After getting home around 2am, Wade got up at 6am and did the unthinkable. He went to work. Since he didn't stick around for breakfast, we called to tell him how delish his rolls were as we scarfed them down. Then, I made the best dinner I could think of to show my love. One with green peppers (barf-o). And homemade flour tortillas (super yummy)!

Daddy Hutt was so appreciative of all the good food that he promptly fell asleep on the couch.

Oh, and it turns out that being barely 30 and male at an all ages show makes you the creepy guy at the show.