i'm heading upstairs last night after being out all day. steve's sitting on the couch downstairs. he yells up, "there might be something for the baby in our room!" i'm expecting there'll be some cute onesie or a little pair of booties sitting there amongst our bedspread and pillows. but no. there is a little tikes basketball hoop in the corner of our room. "kids love these!" he says.
i'm sure they do, steve, i'm sure they do.
(for the record, it was sweet and i am grateful.
i was just expecting something he could use before the age of four... ohhh husband).
i'm here today too if you want to hear about how legit-crazy i am.