There is a lot of screaming (on Josie's part) and silent hair pulling (on my part) going on over here, so my ability to sit at a computer in sweet peace is seriously limited. I'm sometimes afraid that this adorable little girl is going to push me over the edge, honestly. Today we were all ready to get out of the house to go to Josh's office for lunch, and she vomited her whole feeding all over me, and then proceeded to scream incessantly any time I tried to put her down to change my shirt, or pluck my eyebrows, or drinks a glass of water. She screamed in her car seat on the way to the car, then in the car, then in Josh's office, then at the stroller store where we were test-driving strollers. I am exhausted.
I can't let this day go by without marking it, though. Yesterday is Josh's and my 10 year dating anniversary. 10 years ago, yesterday morning, I sat down in a philosophy class behind the cutest boy I'd ever met and flirted relentlessly until he asked me out. 10 years! That means that I have spent 1/3 of my life with Josh, because we met when I was 20 and I turned 30 this year. Isn't that a little bit crazy? 10 years together, 6 and a half married, 2 kids, 2 dogs, multiple moves and jobs later, and he is still the cutest boy I've ever met.
He's promised me 100 years more, and let's hope he's right.