Who says that you can’t party when you have kids?

First Spitup boy tried to teach baby Z how to crawl

First we did a little learning while we ate dinner…

Then we did a little dancing…

And then Super-Daddy got goofy…

Ask anyone that knows me and they will tell you- I am a tight wad through and through. I have trouble letting go of money, so when it comes to going out to dinner or to the movies it takes a lot of convincing to get me to spend the dough.

But lately I have made it my mission to have more fun….

Of course with 2 kids, my clubbing days are over.

A few things that I have implemented:

• Movie Monday- Redbox gives out a code every monday for a free rental, so that’s why it’s Movie Monday and not Movie Thursday. We make sandwhiches or hotdogs and eat them on a blanket in the living room picnic style. Everyone thinks it’s a treat to eat in the living room, and I get off easy because I don’t have to cook that night. It’s sort of like an extension on the weekend…

• Game night- Saturdays we make pizza and play board games. And plan to have a potluck game night with our friends once a month to socialize. It’s a lot of fun, and we tend to make up our own rules. I got an economic stimulus check in Monopoly this last weekend, and still couldn’t get my stuff together to come out on top. LOL

• Dinner out once a month. Most of the time when we end up spending 40-50 bucks for a meal, I end up irritated. I could make something similar at home for much less, and it’s sort of a hassle to juggle the kids and make sure that they mind their p’s and q’s the entire time. And spending $5 bucks on blue box macaroni…that should be a damn crime. So on Friday we decided to try a burger joint, but instead of going through the drive-thru we went inside. We cuddled up in a booth, and treated ourselves to burgers, fries and ice cream at the end. We got out of there for about $20 bucks, and got our people-watching in. (and I learned that I LOVE Freddy’s Frozen Custard!)

So there you go- a month’s worth of fun for less than $50 bucks. That includes a movie every week, a party, dinner out and a game night every week. Not bad at all…

7 years ago I met this goofy guy at an Exxon station. Who would have thought that 7 years later, we would be here about to be a family of 4. I decided to go back in the archives and pull out this oldie from a few years back in honor of our 7 year anniversary….. (with a few updates)

Dear Super-Daddy,

It’s so easy to get caught up in the day to day chores and details- that sometimes we forget about the big picture. So…without further adeu, here are the top ten (ok 12) reasons that I heart Super-Daddy.

1. You do little things for me, without me ever having to ask. You make sure I have a towel when I get out of the shower, my Dr. Pepper glass is always full, ice cream is always in the freezer, and you always have a Kleenex on hand whenever I sneeze. (cyber-friends to a girl with major allergies…that is love!) *What’s even better is that SpiUp boy now likes to imitate daddy, and is always at the ready with a towel or a kleenex when you aren’t around…
2. You are really smart. And at stuff that I can’t even begin to understand- like all the physics behind airplane stuff, math in general, and you always know what is going on in the world. I can tell you who is knocked up and who is dating who in the celebrity world, but I can’t tell you much else. You watch CNN for fun- now that’s either really smart or really geeky (which is hot!)
3. Which leads me to…You are HOT! I never thought I would like chest hair so much, but you work it baby! LOL You have really pretty eyes, and a great smile, *and you don’t seem to age. Your hair may get a big grayer, but nothing else seems to look older. Sort of like sci-fi’ish.
4. You are super funny- even when you don’t mean to be. We may have a weird sense of humor that others don’t get, but when we are at home in our PJ’s on the couch- you are funnier than the “Everybody Loves Raymond” any day…
5. You are supportive of my work (and my obsession with Facebook and blogging)- you brag about my accomplishments, show off my websites & books to anyone that will listen, and you are understanding if I am under a deadline. You let me go on and on about SEO optimization and wordpress plugins and you appear to be interested in what I am talking about. *And may I add that every time you talk about cloth diapers, it makes my heart flutter. It’s rare to find a man so supportive of cloth in the first place, but you will go with me at a trade show for hours on end and sell diapers with me. Now that is true love.
6. You hug me in my sleep. *Well when I am not pregnant and threatening to hurt you for touching me when It’s hot…
7. You think I am sexy, even with my baby weight…and you won’t leave me alone when I am full on pregnant!
8. Spitup Boy thinks that you are the coolest thing since sliced bread- and funnier too! You can make him laugh at the littlest things, and he gets this look on his face when he is looking at you, like he thinks you are just so totally awesome! *Now that he is older, you are an even better daddy than I imagined. You keep him in line, and somehow still manage to be the “fun” parent.
9. You work your butt off for us. No matter what, you have always worked your butt off to support us. You have gone in at 3 am in the freezing Wyoming weather, to work a second job to provide for your family. Even when the airline industry gets crappy, and you get laid off, you have another job lined up within a day or two. That means a lot, more than you may realize.
10. You do all the stuff that I either don’t want to do or don’t have time to do. You kill bugs, hang curtains, mow the lawn, and even do the laundry. (don’t judge!) When you know I have a lot of work, or have had a rough day with Spit Up boy- you will cook dinner without me even asking.
11. You are nice to my friends, and try to make them laugh. On the same note, you will let me bitch about territorial playgroup bs, and then when it is all said and done you will agree with me that “women can be catty little B*%ches!”
12. You let me have complete decorating freedom- you let me paint the office yellow, and Spitup boys room that crazy lime color…you let me buy that purple couch from IKEA when we were in college, and you didn’t complain..(well not a lot anyway…) you let me paint my own wall art. This means a lot to a girl that needs a creative outlet. I know you really want navy blue walls and boy decorations, but you don’t complain…*Eventually you won me over on this and you do now have a navy blue wall at least, behind of your big ass TV.

I love you Super-Daddy!

Super-Daddy got a new toolbox…think it’s big enough?