almost a year ago, on the night of matt's and my fifth anniversary, poor, sweet fox and i had a hot date to the emergency room. and this year, on matt's and my sixth wedding anniversary, i paid the remaining balance of that hot date. chest bumps. the pediatric ER is always a treat, but being there on your anniversary? watching snow buddies? now that's something special. and you better believe that in between rigorous workouts of pinning my hysterical son down for breathing treatments, i was juxtaposin' the nights of april 23, 2005 and april 23, 2010. erin of 2005 didn't even know about pediatric ERs, or bacterial pneumonia, or sleep deprivation, or childbirth, or the art of carrying 6 bags of groceries, a stroller and a 35 pound baby up two flights of stairs--at the same time. silly, silly 2005 erin.
and while i'm always one for creativity, a boring dinner at the local pf changs to celebrate our sixth year of marriage would suit me right down to the ground.
sometimes this blog feels like the erin, fox and indie show with special guests appearances by matt. and usually that's how the days are around these parts, but it's only because the special guest also moonlights as an executive producer, bankroller and boom mic operator in order for our show to stay on the air. he's a good one and deserves all sorts of emmys.
i love our life. i love our babies. i love us. i love you. now more than ever.
and now with the heavy stuff out of the way, let's wrap this up with a little verbal manipulation from fox...
e: "fox, it makes me feel bad when you do naughty things."
f: "well it makes me feel bad when you do naughty things to my feelings."