Happy Anniversary

Today marks THREE years of marriage to my favorite guy. I have been mad at him for a couple days now. I don’t like arguing. I don’t like the tension. But parenting is hard and it happens to the best of us. I think we need a vacation. Thank goodness we are going the Vineyard in October for the weekend for a wedding. We are a couple of stress balls and need to take some time to just hang out with each other. Very necessary.
When I look at our wedding pictures, I have a hard time staying mad at him. I loved him on that day and I love him even more today. So since I did not have my blog back when we tied the knot, I figured I’d share our wedding today in honor of 3 years of love love love love crazy love!

I decided to rent a house on the beach for the weekend that slept 15 people. Put up an enormous tent on East Sandwich beach and create my own dream day. That way I could cut out crap that I didn’t really care much about. It is a ballsy move to get married outside with no plan B. (Don’t worry it was 75 and SUNNY on a September day in New England. My Dad actually looked up at the sky before we walked down the isle and turned to me and said, “You are such a lucky little b*tch.” Then I laughed and proceeded to do a little dance with my bouquet like Petey Pablo singing NORTH CAROLINA COME AND RAISE UP.) 
It was a risk I was willing to take. This type of wedding just seemed to fit us.

 It’s also a lot of work to put all the pieces together yourself. Fortunately for me, my Mother in law is very helpful and should actually be a wedding/function planner. So many people helped me along the way and it turned out really great. Modern Vintage Design in Sandwich was really my go to place. Invitations, decorations, inspiration, or just friendly faces. They made me this sign as well. http://www.modernvintagedesignstudio.com

Let us start at the beginning, 
a very good place to start.

Friday night. Rehearsal dinner under the tent. We had the tent for the whole weekend, so why not!
There was a rainbow that night. I shit you not.
I told every one that I had ordered that rainbow off of Pinterest.
SATURDAY: Game time.
Getting ready as a female… It’s like building a boat. Good thing we had Jenna.
Pre wedding thinking bench.
Look for Dad for advice.. Find him pre gaming the wedding with an old man nap.
 Okay let’s do this.
The stage was SET


The grooms men tried their best to behave.
Bridesmaids were helpful
Liam and Aidan were probably the best bridesmaids I had.
That Dad walked me down the isle. 
Josh performed an interpretive dance as his wedding vows to me. Haha. Just kidding. 
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
I guess Audrey Hepburn was right. 
Happy girls are the prettiest.
We had an old fashion Cape Cod clam bake.
There was first dances and toasts.


I gained a BROTHER
Josh complained because there was so many boats right off shore in our view. He said they were taunting him.  
The sun set and the fun began



There was some dancing….
Actually, A LOT of dancing.


Some other cliche wedding things as well


And a whole bunch of things that sparkle.
The sun set on paradise and I was surrounded by LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE CRAZY LOVE.



The DJ played until 1 AM. When finally I was like hmm… Well you have been here for 9 hours and the cops have not come. So I guess we should call it a victory? I told the DJ to play Bob Seger, Turn the page and then he could call it. 
The next morning I woke up married. I looked over at my husband and laughed because my name was written on his forehead. I had done this in eyeliner a couple hours before. Haha. How lucky I am to be married to someone who has such a good sense of humor. I look at sir snores a lot and I think to myself, “I married the right person.”


I stumbled out of the beach house. Stepping over various wedding guests scattered through out the house. Walked outside to the most beautiful morning you could have ever seen. Salt air hitting your face in the morning is the best. I looked up and found a friend down the beach.
Our wedding was AMAZING. But I do suggest you hang out with every one the day after your wedding as well. We stayed at the beach house all day. Laughing about the night before. Playing bocce. My sister’s swam in their bridesmaids dresses. Yelling things like, “Oh NO! What if I could shorten it and wear it again?!?!” As they dive into waves. Which amused me to no end.
Husband and Wife.


 In high tide or low tide. I’ll be by your side. -Bob Marley
Happy 3 Years. Wouldn’t do it with any one else.
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An Open Letter to My Husband on Father’s Day

Dear Baby Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day. Our boys our 10 months and 23 months old today. Me and you? We fight. We sigh. We stomp around. Not always at the same time. Sometimes we take turns being pissed off. We are in the trenches of babies. We both work full time jobs. We both don’t get enough sleep. These tiny people need us 24/7. It’s beautiful but it an’t always pretty.

Do you remember these two idiots?
They didn’t fight about anything.
Well that’s not true. Maybe they had a nauseating round of, “No I love you more!”
I want to get in my dolorean and go back in time and shake that skinny bitch. That couple slept till 9 am that morning and then on a whim hopped on  the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard with their beach crusiers bikes. Drove around on bicycles eating pizza and drinking beer while the Monster Shark tournament went on in Oaks Bluff. Saying naive things like.. “Ugh I have to work this Sunday. Poor me. I have to work on a weekend day.” FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS LADY. Now I can’t sleep in until 9 am.  EVER. Don’t get me wrong. I have had the opportunity to. You, dear husband, have taken he boys on a Saturday morning adventure so I could get a little sleep. I’m thankful for that. But these boys have my time so messed up and I am on their schedule so deep that I just lay there spooning my dog with my eyes wide open. Day dreaming about sleep. Crazy right? I know. But Mom’s, holler if you hear me. Long story short. Me and you dear husband we never knew how good we had it.
Well now we have it better and harder. We created this….. Let’s take a minute to ponder this….
Not that we are perfect. Ben gave himself a whole pen tattooed sleeve the other day while I put Jack down for a nap. I put the peanut butter in the refrigerator the other day. And you, well you thought it would be a good idea to throw a wrapped up dirty diaper off the balcony in our house to save time. We all learned from that experience.
            But I’m sorry dear husband. The beauty of what we have done, doesn’t mean we are not subjected to new challenges as we transition into parenthood. We came from different places. We had different style families growing up. We are six years apart in age. When you were drinking beer out on the power lines as a teen, I still had a unibrow and was psyched to wear a full windbreaker jump suit cause I had gym that day. You had the stay at home Mom, grandparents living next door, every one in your family still lives in your hometown with you. I had “married” parents until I was 18. Mom worked overnights at the hospital. Dad was a 50/50 parent out of necessity to survive. Four kids in five years. From about 15 years old on my parents were already divorced. They just lived in the same house out of necessity financially and us kids were important to both of them. But it didn’t make it any less of Thunderdome during those years. I laugh if people ever said the phrase “stayed together for the kids.” That’s a terrible idea. Kids are smart. They pick up on things. You can’t do things for show. When my parent’s got divorced, me and my older sister were like, “Thank god.” We were pretty sure one was going to kill the other. It was time to call it.
        So now we are making our family. Well we did the making. The dudes are here. We are a new unit. Our pasts don’t matter much anymore. But they still are how we each formed as people. Now we have to figure out what works for us. So we are spending a lot of time getting the kinks out. I think that’s okay. Figuring out what works for us as a new family. We may not even realize we are doing it, but it’s how human nature works. It can be stressful. It can be exhausting. It can be repetitive. It can be infuriating. Now listen closely, here is the secret dear husband, I don’t want to do this job with any one else. So I suppose the only direction we have to move is forward.
It’s Father’s Day and I’m thankful for you.
Here are my TOP 5 reasons for being glad that I let you impregnate me.
Pictures are not your thing. But you play right along to make me happy. I love you for that.
#3 You got SKILLS. You know girls only like guys who have SKILLS.
Boating Skills
Hunter/Gatherer skills
Climbing mountain skills 
Sleeping skills
Party game skills
Fishing Skills
# 4 Hardest working human being on the planet


Building us a home.


You sir, work hard. You support us. You bust your ass for us. We know this. We love you.
#5 Because it was never supposed to be anyone else. 




Happy Father’s Day 2015 you filthy animal.
Love you long time.
P.S. I’m sorry I called you a Momma’s boy the other day. That was below the belt and I admit that.
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