A New Status

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(Sort of.)

This morning, Mr. Burgher decided after 2 1/2 years, 2 kids, and a house, it was time to put a ring on it. He delivered the sweetest proposal then slipped a ring on my finger. 😉

We got a good laugh about how a water bottle ring brought tears to my eyes, but we also realize that sometimes a ‘lil spark is just what a marriage needs. After two kids, a dog, a house, two busy jobs, and completely doing a 360 from where we were when we started out, you sometimes get lost in the stuff.

Yesterday, we talked about how parenting is hard, and I won’t lie and say marriage is easy…but it is more than worth it. I’ve been blessed with an amazing man who loves me through the T’s and D’s, the sunshine, rainbows, and unicorn farts (which DO glitter). Everyday I wake and realize how lucky we got.

Mr. Burgher, I am looking forward to all the laughs that our future together will bring. Thank you for always pushing me to see that everything really will be alright, every little thing.

Parenting is Tough Stuff

Sometimes parenting is tough stuff.

There’s achy bellies you can’t cure, or sleepless nights followed by endless days. Teething and milestones tire babe and parent. First birthday parties planned to perfection and 1000s of photos capturing every face from ZOMG MY WORLD WILL END UNLESS YOU FEED/CHANGE/HOLD ME to ooooo mama me love youuuu.

They start biting, pinching, and kicking, not realizing it hurts. Obsessions with a belove stuffie lead to meltdowns if they don’t have it NOW. Favorite books must be read every night before bed or screaming commences promptly 8.2 seconds after you’ve settled into the couch with a good book and bowl of (forbidden) ice cream.

Bedtimes get later, and wake times get earlier. Four people (rarely) and a dog fall asleep in a bed for two. Date nights involve a trip to Babies R Us to get nursing pads and burp cloths while 2 tagalongs point out toys and ugly, plain blankies at every turn.

Running to the grocery store no longer takes 2 minutes because you’re not just getting milk, bananas, and bread on emergency trips. Those trips now cost $50 instead of $9. You have to consider not one other opinion but three. A teensy bit of precious pumped milk spilling IS the end of the world.

One talks non-stop from wake to sleep (and probably even then too) and is rubbing off on the younger. Ducky is an easy word to say, but forget Mama (that’ll come). Dadda Dadda is every 8th word (always preceded/preceeding WHY?).

Choosing diaper brands, bottle types, hospitals, doctors, schools, educational toys, vacations, discipline styles, time out spots, laundry detergents, and 2nd food flavors lead to mama meltdowns. Daddies handle scraped knees, ghost boo boos, empty plates, multiple juice boxes, and diaper sprayer installations.

Sometimes, parenting is tough stuff.

I think Mr. Burgher and I both would give anything to keep these kids in a timestop bubble, young and safe, even considering all this tough stuff. You kiddos keep us on our toes and make every second of every day worth the T’s and D’s. I promise one day we’ll look back and laugh as we watch your kiddos do this to you. On second thought, we should just laugh it off now.