Proud and Pissed

I was thinking the other day...how did I know Brian was going to be such a wonderful father? The truth is, it didn't even cross my mind how Brian would fare in the area of fatherhood when we got married at the ripe old ages of 21 and 22. All I knew at the time was that he was gorgeous, intelligent, and good in the sack. Seriously, what else was there at the time?

I have been very lucky to have such a wonderful man that not only enjoys being around his children, but wants to be around them too! The other night, Brian kicked me out of the house to go work out so he could put both of the kiddos to bed on his own. This may have been a little selfish on his part, considering he's probably sick of looking at my huge butt, but for the most part, I believe he really looks our for me and makes sure our rolls are balanced. He takes care of me and both of our children famously. I really couldn't do it without him.

Now to the pissed off part. Brian and I have both been working pretty hard the last four months at taking off all the extra weight that has accumulated over the past year. I'm happy about my 7 pounds of weight loss, but am flabbergasted at Brian's 27! How does this happen to men? It seems to just melt off him without much effort. I am very proud of him and enjoy seeing him flit out of the bathroom in the morning, buck naked, mind you, to shout his new number from the rooftops.

Brian, I'm very proud of you and thrilled to have you as my husband and co-parent.

Work

I have made it through my first week back at work. My students are still pretty good, Dydy the nanny is still wonderful, and my children seem to be fine without me for part of the day. All in all, I think I'll be able to make it until June 19th.

The hardest part to adjust to is to have everyone pottied, watered, and fed before 7:00 AM. My anal tendencies have come out in droves and are making sure everyone is on the appropriate schedule...even Brian. I'm one of those teachers that prefers to arrive an hour and a half before the children arrive and leave as soon as contractually allowed. This requires very early mornings. So far, so good.

On a completely different subject, I have now found that my perfectly stick straight hair is now wavy, almost freaking curly! I hear this can happen "pc" (post-childbirth). This morning I put some schmag in it, scrunched it up, and it magically became a full head of curly hair. I walked out to the living room and Brian exclaimed, "Dude, your hair is BIG!" I figure I may as well roll with it and enjoy having something that isn't flat against my head for once in my life. It may also expedite that morning routine process :-)

Something stinks in my fridge...

AND I CAN'T FIND IT!!!