In my posts, I know I mainly focus on just a few topics, which just give small glimpses into my life. So I thought I’d do a post compiling some things that you might not know about me. In no particular order:
I love ice water. Silly, but seriously. I crave ice water and the colder the better. There is no such thing as too much ice, in water or any drink for that matter (except juice and milk, which I don’t drink anyway). And Tervis Tumbler? You are my friend because you keep my water colder than any other cup.
Fall is my favorite season. Ever since I was little, fall has been my fav. I love the cool-but-not-too-cold temps, the changing of the leaves, seasonal foods like pumpkins and apples, mountain hikes, hot chocolate, boots, and the list goes on. Something about fall is just so refreshing after a hot summer–or even a rainy one, as we’ve experienced this year.
I’m cool with facial hair. James only shaves a couple days a week (the perks of gym ownership), so the majority of the time he has stubble. And he’s even gone for 6-week stints sporting a beard. Some women don’t like facial hair, but I’m cool with it. I like that he can change up his look so easily and it makes me appreciate his clean-shaven look even more.
My love language is serving others. I’m not exactly certain how I prefer to receive love from others, but when it comes to expressing how I feel about others, I can without a doubt say my love language is acts of service. I love to cook and bake for others and prefer to show how I feel by doing something behind the scenes instead of being in the limelight.
I want more babies. I’m guessing this may already be an obvious, but just in case, I’m putting it out there. This past weekend already had me dreaming of Baby #3. To answer your question, yes, I’m crazy. Despite the fact that Beau is only 5 weeks old and currently has a cold so that sleep deprivation is at its highest right now, I still seem to be baby crazy. James has mentioned wanting four kids in the past, and I’m good with at least three, but we’ll see how we feel after Beau becomes mobile and there are two to chase around. And don’t worry, I’m still sticking to my plan of enjoying next summer on the lake not pregnant–so talk of future babies is at least a year away, but I’m excited nonetheless.
I don’t like comedies. I know I really am the oddball when it comes to this assertion, but it’s true. About once a year I’ll watch a funny movie because James enjoys them, but I’m just not into them. And the same goes for sitcoms. The one show I do enjoy is Modern Family, but that’s as far as it goes for sitcoms. I guess this means I’m dark and depressing 🙂 Or maybe I just like dramas and thrillers and some reality TV shows. My favorite show at the moment is Downton Abbey. I can’t wait for Season 4; the problem is I need to find time to watch it.
My sister is the funniest person I know. This must mean a lot since I just admitted I’m not into comedies. I guess I just prefer in-flesh humor, though at the same time I’m not into live comedy shows. Ok, I guess I’m just weird. Regardless, my sister can make me (and my whole family) smile and laugh when we least expect it. We could both deliver the same joke and mine would sound cynical and hers the most hilarious thing you’d ever heard. Must be her easy-going personality. JM absolutely adores her because she can entertain him with hardly any effort.
I’m not good at taking compliments. I’m trying to make more of an effort to simply say thank you when someone gives me a compliment, but for some reason it’s hard for me. When people tell me I look great after having a baby, half the time I tell them my husband owns a gym (which didn’t really matter since I didn’t go to the gym two months before I gave birth to one month postpartum) and the other half I ask them, “But have you seen the dark circles under my eyes?” For some reason I just divert the attention to something else.
I write amazing blog posts in my head. This usually happens when I’m in the car or shower, or nursing–and my ideas are clear and well thought out. But when I actually find the time to sit in front of a computer, I can’t even begin to replicate these ideas. Most of the time I don’t even try, and other times, I spit out posts that are written on a fifth-grade level. As much as I wish I had more time to blog and write down my thoughts, my focus right now is on two precious little boys and being the best mom I can. As you can imagine, this takes up about 110% of my time. The only reason I could write this post was because all three boys were napping at the same time and there were no looming household chores. It seems like these stars only align once a week.
I never realized how great my parents are until I had kids of my own. I’m sure many people feel the same way I do, but it really hit home recently. I am so thankful that my parents instilled certain values in me and my siblings, pushed us to be independent and able to support ourselves after college and guided us to come to realizations on our own as to what is right. And though I won’t disagree that much of the time mothers are in the forefront raising kids, especially young ones, I am so grateful that my dad was so involved in our lives. Many men won’t change diapers or give kids baths. But my dad did that and more. He rocked me to sleep many nights, picked us up after school and made countless dinners so that it all didn’t fall on my mom. I’m sure I idealize my childhood a bit, but my parents truly epitomized the idea of family and shared responsibility. If I am half the parent to my boys that my parents were to me, I think they will turn out just fine.