Making Memories (and a bit of a rant)

Last weekend we attended the wedding of one of Mr. B's fraternity brothers.  B and I met in college - my window in my sorority looked out onto the Lambda Chi porch.  College was all about partying with the boys next door, and eventually B confided in one of my sorority sisters that he had a crush on me and the rest is a long, drawn-out history that you can read in three parts here if you're really bored. 

Anyway - long story short, B and I had a barbecue on Friday night for everyone who came to town for the wedding. It was great to catch-up with everyone, it was a very fun weekend. Mr. B's best friend (Hi Matt!) hails from the Fraternity and he happens to be one of my favorite people ever - not just my favorite friend of B's.  However.  Another fraternity brothers walked into our house and immediately said,  "B____, this is [expletive deleted to protect innocent eyes] suburbia".  And as he turned the corner into the kitchen where Thomas was eating his dinner, Thomas held out his hand to give this new potential friend a high five - his newest trick of which he is very proud.  And the frat brother? He snubbed Thomas and said to me, "I [expletive deleted] hate kids".  Sweet, huh?  It's fine if you don't have the same priorities in life as me, in fact, I think the best thing about life is that everyone can make choices based on what's best for them. But don't walk into my house and insult our life and our choices. It's not only rude, it's unacceptable.

So, after the boys all left for the night, on a "You know what, we're parents now and we are awesome parents and I'm going to flaunt it" kick, I opened Photoshop.  [Let's pause for a moment to appreciate the fact that when someone pisses me off I turn to photoshop to art-up my mind rather than violence]. I saw this quote on Pinterest the other day and loved it, but framed typography is more my style than the plaque it was featured on.  So I made my own. In my colors.

 

Now, I still personally don't want my house to look like a daycare center and I do pick up the toys every night before T goes to bed.  I'm a big believer that kids can have too many toys. And seriously, give Thomas a spoon and a pan and he's happy as a clam. But, between the hours of 6:30 am and 6:30 pm, there will be toys scattered on the floor. Because Thomas and I play all day long. And sing along and off-key with the Raffi Pandora station. And do baby jazzercize. In our house that I adore in suburbia. And I'm, to take a word out of this particular young man's vocabulary, [expletive deleted] proud of that.  I'm a [expletive deleted] awesome mom. Mmmmkay?

Our gallery wall has changed a bit in the last year - from our wedding wall to our family wall.  And I love that. Eventually I'd like to replace the long six photo frame with individual frames for individual kid pics or silhouettes. I'm waiting for IKEA on that one.  I don't think the "Please excuse the mess - the children are making memories." print will stay forever.  But right now, it speaks to where I am at in my life - we're gonna have building blocks on the floor for awhile. Because we're busy making memories, negative people need not apply.