Meet Matthew...

King of all three-year-old-tyrants! His name means "Gift of God," and we chose it very carefully for its meaning. We were blessed with Matthew after my husband underwent a vasectomy reversal (he had a vasectomy after our 5th child was born, and then we decided we weren't quite done), and many months of trying to conceive.
Matthew is, as they say, "all-boy!" Add to that strong-willed and extremely mischievous, and you have a never-ending list of "Matthew Moments" to choose from on any given day. We recently went to see the movie "Marley & Me," and we spent the next several days calling Matthew "Matthew-Marley." If you've seen the movie or read the book, you now know Matthew. He IS our Marley! Matthew gets into so much trouble that I now take him everywhere I go (to include the toilet, shower, laundry room, etc.) and no longer feel comfortable leaving him home with my teenage daughters or even my husband. Zack (my husband) lost my faith when he took Matthew with him to run errands and Matthew ended up decorating the inside of my oldest daughter's brand new car with desitin. The only time I can relax is when Matthew is in his highchair or sleeping, and I'm sad to say that I rejoice in those moments. Honestly, I start every day off with a prayer for Matthew- just that he will survive the day. At this point, I firmly believe that my job as his mother is just to keep him alive!
After hearing some of our "Matthew" stories, a friend jokingly said that Matthew is our "gift of patience" from God! In honor of our precious boy, I am keeping a blog just for our "Matthew moments," and I am dedicating it to all those out there who have come before me with their "Matthews!" Please enjoy and leave comments!!! I will update with the "latest moments" as often as I can!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Big undies...

I know it seems like I never post on Matthew's blog anymore! It's not that he never does anything worth posting, but so much of it is variations of the same old stuff... peeing in the middle of the road, drawing on furniture, breaking things, eating very weird things, running away, etc. etc. etc.! I figure everyone can only read so much of that stuff as I know I can only take so much of it!!! But today, Matthew said something that made me cringe. I was getting dressed, and Matthew says mom, are those dad's underwears- those are big, big,big underwears!!! NO, I'm not exaggerating on the big part either- he really said it 3 times! Ok- I know I'm not the thinnest person in the world, but I certainly do not wear underwear that even closely resembles my husband's! In fact, (sorry to be so graphic here, but I have to clear my name!) I wear bikini underwear! Now, they're not string bikini or anything, and they're certainly not a size 4, but they are not and never will be as big as my husband's! And now I'm wondering why the heck I even feel the need to share all this info with complete strangers- oh well, at least someone gets to laugh about this!
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