Happy in the Middle

I love this picture. Roo loves to hold Ason - even though he is already 23 pounds. So far he doesn't mind. I have a feeling he is going to be bigger than her so she should do this while she can.

I was in the school play in seventh grade. I had to walk across the stage carrying a boy on my back and say, "He ain't heavy, he's my peer!"

I married my McDreamy (anyone watch Grey's Anatomy?). I was thinking about what attracted me to my husband and realized that I love him now for reasons I didn't know about before we got married.

Anyway, I came up with lots of reason why Big J is my McDreamy:

1) He brings me coffee and the paper in bed every morning.
2) He makes sure I have really warm long underwear on when I sit in the duck blind with him.
3) He's tall - can reach things and change lightbulbs.
4) He remembers what I wore on our first date.
5) He makes sure the refrigerator is stocked with Mike's Hard drinks for me.
6) He let my little sister live with us for 6 months.
7) He cleans bathrooms and does laundry.
8) He travels - but he calls me when he takes off and when he lands so I don't worry.
9) He worries about me if he can't contact me.
10) He cooks . . . and cleans the kitchen when he's done!
11) He's fun to dance with.
12) He cries at weddings, sappy commercials, and most hero/honor/sports movies.

Pretty simple list.

For some reason, women find comfort is husband bashing - I am trying to change that trend. Really - I realize that making sure I have really warm long underwear on doesn't sound that McDreamy, but I think it is sweet. He doesn't fold the laundry the way I want (or in my organized way), but at least he'll fold it. He cooks - more food than I ever need or want, but at least he's cooking. He'll clean the kitchen instead of change diapers, but I can't really complain when he's cleaning! He screws up on occasion and so do I, but we both have learned to apologize.

Anyway, he's my McDreamy.

Sappy, I know, but I don't care.

I love studying birth order. I love to analyze people's personalities and guess where they stand in their families. I also love when people don't fit the mold of their given birth order.

After taking the birth order quiz on the web, here were my results:

"You Are Likely an Only Child
At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated.At work and school, you do best when you're organizing.When you love someone, you tend to worry about them.
In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic.Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management.You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books"

Unfortunately, they are quite wrong - and right.

I am a middle child. But apparently I don't act like one. You see, my older siblings are 4 and 5 1/2 years older than me - so I was a classic youngest child - until 7 years later when my younger sister was born. The age gaps don't allow us to go by the books. I feel I spent time being the youngest, middle, and oldest child. I do know that I am a peace keeper, generally happy, easily adaptable, organized, and non confrontational. But, in certain situations, I am aggresive, a leader, and very passionate. A good balance for me.

If my husband has it his way, there won't be a middle child in our family. Not that I am fighting him too hard on it -I have my hands full right now. His family comes from the theory that you just replace yourself in this world - 2 kids. But it is weird to think that if my parents decided to stop at 2, there wouldn't be me.