Yes, in Hollywood being married for 9 years is like an eternity when most marriages last less than a year. Today marks 9 years that Hubby and I are married. Nine very long years. No just kidding, time has actually flown by quite quickly, making me feel, well old, not to mention I have a birthday coming up here soon. There were only 2 slow, well 3 slow years, the “trying to get pregnant infertility issue” years dragged on and on, but then once Big Boy was dragged out kicking and screaming, time started flying again!

I indulged in the bubbly a little last night, we had our celebratory dinner, take out from the golf club restaurant Hubby brought home right after the kids were put to bed. I asked Hubby if he thought the monitors would work from the house to the golf club, it’s not that far away, but he thought that might be grounds for child endagerment and neglect or something. Seriously, it’s not that far away and they don’t wake up, Baby does, but not till at least 11pm and we’d be back by then. lol I am only kidding of course, I would never do that, although it would be nice.  

As a gift, Baby slept through the night again, although his morning air raid siren started earlier than normal, 5am. I swear, he sounds like those fire sirens, you know, small town volunteer fire station sirens alerting the volunteers to come running. He makes this whiny noise that gets progressively louder, then fades, then starts up again. I had never experienced one of those till I met Hubby and spent Christmas with his family the second year we were dating. I was sleeping on Christmas Eve, in a room in his parents house, and at about midnight this horrible loud screeching sounds starts up, I thought the world was ending. I was laying there, covering my ears wondering what it was. Eventually it stopped. Then it went off again at 4am. I don’t think I slept that night. Christmas morning everyone has happy as ever and I was like, What the %$# was that noise!!!!???? Ok I didn’t swear actually, well, I did to future Hubby, not to his parents. The fire station was across the street and they all slept through it, twice. I still cannot get used to that thing, 9 years later.

it’s been a good 9 years, we’ve travelled some, lots more to do, have 2 wonderful little air raid sirens, I mean boys, a nice house in the burbs and good jobs, oh and 3 yards of mulch in the driveway. Life is good.

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