Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Jessa

I used to be frustrated that miss precious always wanted to sleep on me but I have recently come to cherish these fast fleeting moments because baby J wont be little forever.  Today I was looking at my scar from my C-section and it has healed quickly and you really can't see a huge scar.  For a long time I had a hard time embracing it until mr hubbins started calling it my zipper.  That's jessa's zipper and for some reason I loved that immensely.

Jessa is my precious gift from heaven and she meets all the needs I have ever wanted.  I really love her.
it is so easy now for me to see my blessings when Jessa is around.  I love how she flings her hands and arms open wide and gets a frightened look on her face when the blender is on and then greaks into a grin and giggle as it stops.  I love her little voice that jabbers throughout the day and gets increasingly louder and faster the closer it gets to bedtime.  I love that now that she is around I don't feel lonely at all and I know that Heavenly Father is looking out for me personally.  I feel safe and feel hope even when my trials seem unsurmountable... all because I have Jessa.


An unexpected gift



Christmas with a babe in your arms is a whole lot different than any other Christmas I have experienced.  Thoughts have consistently run through my head of how Mary must have felt to hold that precious babe in her arms and know the future of a changing world.  I know Jessa is not going to change the world to the extent that Christ did but I do know for sure that she has taught me a lot about the Saviour.  I have felt such an indescribable sense of peace this Christmas and love.  Oh a sweet love that I have felt glimpses of but never in this extent.  Jesus Christ was essential to the plan of the gospel to save our world from sin and error pining.  And simply each day has brought an increase of the spirit in our home and a glimpse of heaven really.  Oh I have felt a love that I know that God is real.  On Sunday the stake president came to our ward to give a talk so in tune with what I had been praying about.  A talk he said he had not prepared for any other ward before ours and he had felt a prompting to share what he was feeling.  It was almost apostolic as he talked about forgiveness, about love, about marriages and as he spoke I knew that Heavenly Father was telling me that those words were for me especially.  The greatest gift I have been given this Christmas season is a greater understanding and testimony of God's love for us imperfect as we are.  

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Blessings

This Christmas I haven't felt very much excited for the day but rather have had in my heart an attitude of gratitude.  As the season approached this year I have felt a greater sense of humility and understanding of my blessings.  I have tried so hard to keep a schedule with Jessa of reading the scriptures daily even if it is the children's version.  I timed it right so that we would start reading the new testament on December 1st.  It has been amazing how your view of Christmas changes as you become a mother and parent.  All of a sudden I started to reflect more on how Mary would have viewed the birth of her precious baby boy and to know what weight of the world he would have to carry.  And over and over again I have been reminded how the Saviour came to this world because we have a Heavenly Father how loves us who wants us to return to Him.  I have read book after book that seemed to speak to me personally and help me where I was at physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  And each day I am reminded of the Saviour's love for me along with Heavenly Fathers.  I am reminded that I need to give my full trust and faith back to Heavenly Father and as I do so the past won't haunt me so much as it does right now.  I came across a post today that reminded me that as I pray I will be strengthened and have the courage and strength to continue on and so today I am grateful for a loving father in heaven who knows all and sees all.

Monday, December 3, 2012

The lesson that keeps teaching

I love how Heavenly Father leaves lessons to be taught when our heart is ready to accept them.  It has been interesting as I have turned my heart to Him and started to trust in Him more and more.  This all happened at the temple dedication for the Calgary Temple on October 28th.  The prophet was there to give the dedicatory prayer and as he prayed I realized something marvellous.  Heavenly Father is a being, a person, an individual who is aware of me.  He is not some great presence but he has a face and a name.  I struggled with that before and it was interesting to finally understand who God really is.  He truly is our father in heaven who loves us.  So as I have taken the time needed to go to Him and pray my prayers have continued to be answered.  Not always in the way that I would expect or like but as the lesson comes it is oh so blessed and sweet.

To many who look inside my home they would not say I accomplished much today.  My living room has toys scattered across it and the kitchen is full of dishes that have waited there since last night to be scrubbed and placed back in the cupboards but my heart is full and I know I have accomplished something greater than having a clean home.  Today instead of getting frustrated that Jessa was fussy as soon as she awoke from her teeth I cuddled her longer, rocked her for the day and held her close.  What made it all worth it as I sit here beside her on the floor as she plays is the tiny smiles she gives when she looks my way and me knowing that she definitely knows that I will always cater to her needs in the best way that I know how.  I know there are some who believe holding a baby too much makes them spoiled but I believe the closeness of bond between mother and baby will just make little miss more secure.

And the lesson continued further and mr hubbins expressed unhappiness in how I handled a situation that happened resident managing I reminded myself that being married brings trials and I was able to bite my tongue and keep the peace.  Oh how I know God lovest us each individually faults and all.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Peace Joy Love



My heart is filled with gratitude at the beginning of this Christmas Season; with Jessa and daddy snuggled into bed I thought I would write in my journal.  As we went to church today I didn't realize how full my heart would be and that the prayers I have often said in pleading with my Father in Heaven were answered today.  As a new Relief Society President came to be called in our ward Sister Erickson, I was excited to get to know her better.  For she has been acquainted with griefs and sorrow and is rock solid in her testimony.  She lost a baby at 18 months and though she doesn't speak of it, I admire how her faith has been placed more wholly on the Lord.  Today in Relief Society she gave the lesson calling it Peace Joy and Love.  Under each heading she listed four or five scriptures and as we read them together and discusses them my walls were broken down and opened to a greater trust in my Heavenly Father.  Too many times in the last two and a half years of our marriage we have had a lot of struggles and problems and we have to work hard to keep our marriage strong and united.

Some bad things happened in our marriage along the way and many times I have knelt in prayer begging Heavenly Father why had He, the One who is supposed to be my ultimate protector, how could He forsake me and allow me to go through times with trials that seemed unsurmountable; where I struggle to forgive and let go of the past.  I have prayed often pleading and begging with Heavenly Father to lighten my load to take away my trials and give me easier trials; at one point I even turned my back on Him, the Father and Creator of All, because I felt like He had forsaken me.  But I have realized through reading scriptures and Christian novels that no matter what happens in this life our relationship with God needs to be one that cannot falter and must be unshakable.  So this week I had prayed to come to Heavenly Father and full rely on Him, I asked again once more if He could just explain to me why I had to endure through what I had gone through and the answers came suddenly today with Sister. Erickson's lesson.  In John 16:33 it says, "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace.  In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."  I didn't realize all this time that trials would happen because God had promised that they would that we would have to endure them but I forgot to rely on the last part of this beautiful scripture but be of good cheer because I have overcome the world.  What a great way to start this Christmas season for me is to truly remember just how much Heavenly Father gave us by allowing Jesus Christ to come to the world.

And on the blessings flowed today in answer to my routine pleading, one sister spoke of her heartbreak and questioning to the Lord as she is struggling to get pregnant when it is a righteous desire and there are so many others who are pregnant around her.  Her husband taught her a lesson that I realized fits in with my prayer.  Sometimes we are given opportunities to some that might look like blessings but upon closer look or reflection could be their certain trial.  In reference to babies, some mothers get pregnant when they believe they are not ready to be a mother, or have a difficult birth that they did not expect, to face health challenges with their child, or have a child that is their trial.  And so this brought so closely back to my marriage.  Oh how I love my dear hubbins and I am so grateful for him but our marriage has been hard really hard and a lot of it had to do with my uncertainties and faltering faith when the difficult times arose in our marriage.  I am guilty of being the one like Job's wife to keep looking back and questioning why instead of accepting what occurred, turn to the Lord and rely on Him to fix my breaking heart.  So the last part of the lesson really struck home when Sister. Erickson bore her testimony.  In D&C 130:20-21 it says, "There is a law, irrevoacbly decreed in heaven before the foundations of this world, upon which all blessings are predicated-  And when we obtain any blessing from God, it is by obedience to the law upon which it is predicated."  Sister Erickson went on to say and promise us that Heavenly Father must obey the laws because He is God, and if we are struggling to find the blessings in our lives or recognize them then we needed to open our scriptures and find which commandments must be obeyed in order to have those blessings because we need to be the best we can be.  So for my faltering faith and heart I can pray for a greater increase of love and faith in both my Father in Heaven and hubbins.

Does the Lord always answer our prayers in the way that we think they need them to be answered, no, but I promise He always will answer our prayers in His time when we are ready for the answer that He needs to give.

I want to bear my testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ here on the earth.  Jesus Christ is the Saviour of the world and he atoned for our sins so that not only can we be forgiven of our sins but also that he can succor us when we stand in need of succor.  I know that Jesus Christ was born of Mary and that it was through Christ's humble beginnings that He was able to understand why we stood in need of succor.  I know that Jesus Christ will redeem the world and come again on the morning of the first resurrection.  I know that God is real and a spiritual being and that we were created in His image.  I know that He loves us and wants to bless us with all the he has.  I know that the Christmas season is given to us to feel of the Saviour's love and celebrate his birth.  I know that President. Thomas S Monson is the prophet of the world and that he is directed by God Himself.  I know that Joseph Smith did see God the father, and Jesus Christ and was able to restore the gospel to the world by his obedience and faith and I say this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Being taught by a Child.


Every Christmas season since finding this treasure I play it over and over again.  Isn't this how Christmas how is supposed to be and understood.  The Cristancho's would like to wish your family a very Merry Christmas and season greetings.  We encourage all to remember the true meaning of Christmas and share the love of Christ that you have felt throughout the year with others.

Love: Jonathan, Merrawyn and Jessa.

Monday, November 26, 2012

One of the scariest things that has happened to me lately has had to do with my health and I am hoping my prayers were answered as Heavenly Father directed me today.  The last couple of days have been very strange.  I have down in the dumps, anxious, unhappy and worst of all I have had a strange tingling in my feet.  My feet were hurting as I walked anywhere or sat down; it felt like i had millions of tiny shards of glass stuck in the bottom of my feet and nothing seemed to alleviate the pain.  I tried wearing shoes, having baths, putting them up and nothing.  And then today I tried something else I took a materna vitamin and the pain stopped for a good 4 hours.  In researching I found out that due to being celiac that my body has a hard time absorbing the vitamin b12 that I need.  And so for future for the next baby something I would do different is to continue to take my materna vitamins because I think it would help alleviate a lot of the deficincies I have faced.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

How Rare a Posession



“Sometimes it seems we take the scriptures too much for granted because we do not fully appreciate how rare a thing it is to possess them, and how blessed we are because we do have them. We seem to have settled so comfortably into our experiences in this world and become so accustomed to hearing the gospel taught among us that it is hard for us to imagine it could ever have been otherwise. . . .
“We need to sense something of the depth of the spiritual darkness that prevailed before that day in the spring of 1820 when the Father and the Son appeared to Joseph Smith—a darkness which was foreseen by the prophet Nephi and described as ‘that awful state of blindness’ in which the gospel was withheld from man.”
-Spencer W Kimball

Ever since Jessa has come into this world I have made it a habit to read the scriptures to her daily; and in doing so we have accomplished reading the children versions of the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and half of the Old Testament.  It was my goal to have us in the New Testament as Christmas rolled in so we could focus our scripture study greatly on the life of Christ.  It has brought a renewed sense of faith and love for me of our Heavenly Father and I hope you can feel the spirit greater because of the spirit that does come when we read.

And it has been interesting how the spirit has prompted me in different ways to learn lessons I needed to for that day or time as a mommy in my life.  Ever since getting an i-phone I have downloaded a kindle on it and have been eating books.  I was shocked to find I have read 18 books since September.  At first I was shocked because I thought how is it that I can just read these books so much while nursing Jessa.  After putting her to bed I would stay up late reading into the night.  But as I have stopped to ponder on it the books I have been reading are all Christian based and have taught me something to strengthen my testimony through the scriptures used.  And funnily enough through these books my realtionship with Heavenly Father has become closer than ever before.  My faith is still wavering but not nearly as much as it has as it was last year.  Through my trials lately I have come to learn more than ever before that He is always mindful of us and he will direct us in the ways that we need to go.  And I have learned it is so much easier to stop, pray, and fall back and let God catch me instead of trying to do it alone.

This week was a hard hard week and I just couldn't come to grips with everything that happened.  It is bad enough to call the Police when your neighbors are doing drugs but it is another thing to deal with a tenant who is struggling with mental health issues to have the police come check on him.  The day after I find out that he is okay after the police warn me that he could be a goner I find out that a family member is struggling with some life choices that not hurts themselves but other family members around.  And so it has been a spiritually and emotionally exhausting week.  And it comes to points where like Joseph Smith I cry out often, "Oh God, where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?"  "Do you remember that I am still here struggling?"    And in more ways than one he comes and enfolds me in the warmth of his love.

This week was hard as I prepared for Super Saturday.  I was struggling just to keep it all together and then out of nowhere things just silently fell into place as one sister helped with a nativity craft, another sister helped with the eye-spy bags and though they weren't prefect they worked and I was happy with how they turned out.  And to be truthful today was a day where I just had hit my limit and two dear sisters watched Jessa just so I could have a breath.  I've feel like I've hit my limit where I can't take a step further and yet there he is with an angel to catch me.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

She said what!


But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for theLord aseeth not as bman seeth; for man looketh on the outwardcappearance, but the dLord looketh on the eheart. - 1 Samuel 16:7

Recently my in-laws came across some racism in connection to Jessa and I thought I could drop it and just move past it because I know that the person who needs to see this post won't but I still think it is important to address and just get off my chest.    

Here is some background to the story before I get on my soap box... in many Latin American countries the desired look that all want to achieve is to be blue eyed with blonde hair, the lighter skin you have the more desirable you are.  It is a sad reality that this still occurs anywhere in the world but it is even sadder when it happens in our own backyard in Canada when we pride ourselves on being a multi-cultural nation.  I will proclaim it from the rooftops and shout praise to how hard my ancestors worked to gain freedom because of the color of their skin because I come from an African American family.  My beautiful momma is half black half german and her skin is like milk chocolate.  I have always been proud of this heritage and have used it as part of my identity growing up and so when I heard the comment my in-loves were recently faced with I was floored.  

Someone had gone to visit J's family, curious to see what precious baby sweetpea looked like.  After looking at the pictures, this lady saw, she dropped the comment, "is Jonathan's baby white or black?!"  

And to be honest when J told me what happened I didn't get it... white or black she is a mix? so she's both?  what?  But then after he explained it to me, I realized for many latin american families not including ours, they desire to have a light skinned and fair haired child.  So the comment was said in jest to Jessa that she is in between.  And you know if I had been there and no one knew what to say... I would have said this:  "A lady came up to me and told me that Jessa had a beautiful complexion and skin tone and the she reminded her of the color of gold.  Precious gold.  So while you go about judging my daughter because you don't like the color of her skin I would say that she is gold precious gold not because her skin is really that color but because she is a daughter of God, a princess born to be a queen. God doesn't care what color her skin is and I don't either.  And I will teach her to "wear" her skin color with pride.  Rosa Parks stood up against racism to have a seat on a bus, Martin Luther King Jr spent his life standing up against racism, and many people who aren't as famous stood up against racism when the jim crow laws were passed and even died to help in this freedom.  So why yes my baby is both black and white and she will wear her history with pride and gratitude that she lives in a time where she is free and always remember the ancestors that blessed her with that.  So while her skin color might not be what you desire, it is what J and I desire for her.  For her skin is a reminder for us not only of ancestors but also the strength and perseverance that they had and she will also have.  

"We will not stand by but we will stand up to bullying."  

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Top 10 items that all mommies need

I have been meaning to do this post for Sarah forever so here you are little lady my favorite mommy items! I hope some work for you :)  These are in no particular order I just put them in the order the pictures came.

#1. 
Alvea Natural 2 in 1 Hair and Body Wash: 
I received the aleva natural 2 in 1 hair and body wash for a  baby shower gift and was excited to try it out.  Because J and I both suffer from allergies and eczema we needed a wash that would be gentle on baby.  I found in bathing Jessa that Johnson's baby shampoo and wash was too harsh and left baby dry.  I tried this stuff and it is amazing.  I find it clears cradle cap easily too.  Wash baby's hair before bed and stick a baby hat overnight and this miracle maker leaves a itch free head :) It also smells really good too.  It has olive oil and it is organic and all natural.
Buy at: Superstore, London Drugs

#2. 
 Moby Wrap:  
For anyone who has not heard of a moby wrap you have got to get yourself one or a knock off is even better :).  Jessa is my velcro baby and likes to be wherever I am and with being on the run I just strap her in and we go on our way.  I put her in it as a new born and still use it today!  It is versatile and I found out that there is a different way you can use it... called the rucksack hold!  Look it up it sounds great... Also I found out on Sunday that mothers who were faced with the tragedy of Hurricane Sandy were being encouraged to strap their babies on to themselves using towels, blankets, curtains, whatever... because strollers wouldn't work with all the debris.  And so now you are not only prepared for everyday mommyhood but in case of a natural disaster as well.


#3. 
 Lansinoh:
Before my milk came in I was red, itchy and chapped if you know what I mean... and it hurt real bad I would sometimes scratch the area only to find that I was bleeding... this bad boy helped with that problem a lot.  I have also found it works great for chapped lips, and any little minor skin irritations Jessa has.  I carry this in my diaper bag because I love it so much!
buy at: anywhere really, I got mine at walmart

#4.
Peppermint tea bags
 I have a hate against gripe water because I found it made Jessa sicker when we used it... who wants a crabby baby puking everywhere on top or being unhappy because she is sick?  I sure don't and I also didn't like how Jessa's breath stunk after I would use it.  So after much prayer I was prompted to take a Herbal Peppermint tea bag that *ONLY* contains peppermint leaves as the ingredient and let it seep in a bowl of water.  When the water turns the color you like take it out syringe some into baby's mouth and tah dah works like a charm to get everything settled.  Jessa loves this and will suck it back when I syringe it into her mouth.  A word of caution you might want to use a spoon instead because it discolored my syringe.  Some people put tea in a bottle for their baby and let them drink it but I just give Jessa about 1/4 ml as much as you would Gripe water approximately.  



#5.
Baltic Amber Bead Teething Necklace
Jessa was a drooler early on and I found putting the necklace on the drooling stopped almost completely.  It is not that bad anymore and it also creates a calmer and happier baby.  How this works are the natural amber beads have an oil when warmed by the skin that are naturally absorbed by the body.  While I used to think this might actual be a hoax when I took it off the drooling started almost 30 minutes later.  Jessa has been a bit fussy with the necklace on when her teeth pop in and out but not as fussy as she could be :)
buy at: hopefully from me I might start selling them soon i'll keep you posted


#6.
Munchkin handled sippy cup
 This is the exact sippy cup we have for Jessa.  While she is still exclusively breast fed Jessa likes to sometimes latch and pull when her teeth are hurting her.  I have found offering a little bit of water in a cup like this eliminates me getting chomped on and Jessa feels independent as she tries to get the water in her mouth and bites on this when her teeth are bugging her.  Bottles might work I don't know?  Jessa was never a fan of bottles and refused them so I taught her how to use sippy cups instead and now we offer Jessa water when she is trying to grab our food.  It is wet and messy but I love that Jessa already loves to drink water.
Buy at: only have found them at wal-mart so far

#7.
Sudocrem
If I could only pick one baby item to recommend this would be the one I would pick!  This stuff is amazing.  If baby has a rash anywhere just wipe some of this stuff on and it will be gone the next day.  With Jessa's few diaper rashes I use this when her bum looks red and it is gone with the next diaper change.  I don't know what is in this stuff but it is pure magic and I take this wherever I go.  It also smells really good.  I have used it on my eczema and it was gone within a couple of days during a bad spell.  
buy at: wal-mart or superstore


#8.
Oxi Clean
Poop explosion on a favorite outfit?  Didn't come out the first time?  Oxi clean will do the job this stuff gets poop stains out like nobodies business.  I soap my stain with dish soap, rinse it and then throw this in with my soap and tah dah stain gone.  If it is a stubborn one just soak it in your baby bath tub (secretly the only reason to have one) and then throw it in the wash.
#9.
Johnson's baby bedtime bubble bath and wash
Okay sometimes when I have had a frustrating stressful day I will throw this in my own bath.  This stuff smells so good and really calms you down.  Jessa loves it and it makes her really sleepy when we use it.  Use it in combo with the lotion and baby will be out like a light before you know it.  
buy at: Buy the big containers at Superstore or the little ones at wal-mart

#10.
Johnson's bedtime lotion
Not only does this do the trick to put baby to sleep but it smells absolutely delicious.  I don't know what it is but your baby keeps the smell for a long time.  Love it!


My rainbow on the stormy days

Quick! What's the number for 911?
How do I know?

Life as a resident manager has been C-R-A-Z-Y and more.  Some days I want to quit so bad and take Jessa and run.  Turn off the phone, lock the doors, close the blinds and just cherish the precious moments I have with her.  I can't believe that tomorrow will mark the seven months in which Jessa has graced us with her beautiful spirit on earth.  Secretly, which is not so secret anymore I still mourn the way in which she came into this world and cry when I hear mom's who had the opportunity to have a natural birth and hold their babies right after they were born close to them.  Every time I hear a birth story my mind goes back to that awful room I was strapped down cut open and my baby was whisked away from me. Where no body said anything when she came out and how it was an unnatural silent.  She wasn't breathing and then all of a sudden I heard those precious cries, so small and so weak but they were there.  I remember the piercing stare I saw as I looked at her for the first time knowing that was not a baby I was looking at but a spirit that had come from heaven and I haven't seen that look again.  I saw her in an incubator ready to be transported to a different hospital with a NICU.  I remember wishing how I didn't have to do it alone because nobody came fast enough and then I scold myself for thinking that because I still have her in my arms in my life and I cherish how she always smiles when we play together and how it is mommy who she wants and can only make it better.  And then I feel even more ungrateful because we were so blessed in the NICU when Jessa just consistently kept gaining weight, kept healthy, requested more food than the doctor had allowed her and how she latched so simply and easily on to breastfeed and seemed to melt so easily into me when we let her eat and do kangaroo care.  We have been extremely blessed and for that I am eternally grateful.

Life as a resident manager is a job I wouldn't wish on anyone I loved or even disliked... it has been stressful trying to find the right applicants to rent to because I had many applications sent into the office only to be denied and rejected.  Then one went through was approved and they decided not to move and I was back at square one but tonight I had two application finally approved after 4 months.  Trying to encourage J to shovel around our site has been a real challenge too that I have faced and finally today after the umpteenth fight we had about shovelling I remembered the prompting to ask one of the tenants.  I went and asked after I put Jessa down for a nap and only got done two squares just to have her cry over the monitor so I tromped over there.  I rang the doorbell and she willingly accepted.  I went out to check if she had shovelled tonight after putting Jessa to bed and she was amazing.  She was prompt in getting it done and was so willing to be of service.  Man I love that she did that for me it was a heavy burden lifted off my back and one less thing to try to persuade J that would be helpful for him to do.



So with the job of resident managing looming over my head I look to Jessa for my laughs and giggles.  She has become so fun with me in the last couple of weeks and is so funny.  I have noticed that just like her momma Jessa when she is tired will laugh in hysterics.  So this means when I am bouncing her to try to get her to go to sleep she will start laughing and laughing.  At first I was annoyed and put her in her crib to play until she fell asleep but I noticed that when I would lay down with her she would do it also.  One time Jessa was fussing so I pretended to laugh at her and she laughed back.  It has become a game we play before bed and nap times.  Mommy laughs and Jessa laughs back... sometimes she will even initiate it which is all the more fun.  Just on Sunday when we got home from Church I would pretend to bonk my head with hers and she would squeal in delight.  Then one day Jessa was fussy and so I would shush her trying to get her to stop from crying but once was soothing is a game.  THe louder I would shush Jessa the more she would laugh and it is another game we play before she is going to bed.  With time slipping through my fingers I am starting to mourn that Jessa is having way too much fun with me and is now having to be put down in her crib to go to sleep at night.  She no longer wants to sleep next to mommy she wants to play and so I make sure all her needs are met and then I plunk her down in her crib with toys.  And then when I go to bed I simply lift her out and cuddle on down with her in bed.  I am all about co-sleeping.  A better sleep for all... well in our family anyways.

You can't tell me that this baby doesn't crack you up!
Look at her typical expression!

Jovan is in love with Jessa!!  He always wants to touch her.

I go to get a diaper and come back to find Jessa missing! haha

Jessa can balance sippy cup lids on her nose! 




Monday, November 19, 2012

What turned out to be a dumb idea... and how I am planning on dealing with it now.

Ever since I met J I have always wanted to be able to speak spanish I wanted our children to speak it and so I took it as my minor in school and I am feeling overly frustrated with the language.  J refuses to speak to me in Spanish and so I have become increasingly irritated and hateful to a language I once thought was beautiful.  It's sad really because I don't want me children to have the same problems I have in learning a language.  So in what I naturally do best I looked up tips and came across this as my answer:

The Smartest Decision you will ever make to achieve fluency:


Today I’m going to share the most important decision I have ever made in learning languages.
This choice changed me from a hopeless “I’m not talented with languages” person to eventually become the polyglot that I am today. The change happened in one day; November 1st, 2003.
If it wasn’t for that one decision I would have given up with my first foreign language, and all later ones, and all of the wonderful experiences of the last 6 years wouldn’t have been possible. Let me explain…
[Edit: For a much more detailed explanation of how I learn languages quickly, check out theLanguage Hacking Guide]

Months of work and still not speaking

I had spent almost 6 months in Spain (in Valencia); I loved the people, the fiestas, and life in general there. I wanted to stay longer, and I really wanted to speak Spanish.
I was trying so hard! I was studying every day, I even tried expensive courses for a short time, and I was speaking it every chance I got; in the supermarket, at parties with strangers I met, after giving an English class to a child I tried conversing with the parents, etc.
But I still couldn’t actually speak Spanish.
I was just struggling with repeating the same words and phrases over and over. I didn’t get it! I really wanted it; I was motivated! I was working hard. Surely after 6 months I should have been speaking much better than I already was?
I would go to my English speaking friends, and my Spanish friends with good English, because I could properly express myself with them and let off some steam. I would say how maybe Spanish is just too hard for me. Other foreigners were also having the same problem, and yet a few others were so easily picking up the language with apparently little work. [Sigh] Maybe we’re just not the kind of people who will ever pick up languages quickly…
Then I realized something! In a great Eureka moment, I saw both the problem, and the solution. It’s so obvious and yet people still don’t actually get it…

Stop speaking English!!

This may seem like a pointless statement to make when you live in the country already, but I have seen the same pattern hundreds of times and I am seeing it once again here in Prague.
Expats hang out with other English speaking expats and complain about how hard the local language is, or talk about life in general in English. They chat to their boyfriend/girlfriend/friends in English. All of the local friends they have also talk to them in English. They only actually use the local language when they have to; English is actually the language they socialise and relax in most of the time.
I have met some English speakers who have lived in Prague for up to TEN years, and after just a few weeks I already speak better Czech than them!! This does NOT make me feel smart; it makes me feel sad and frustrated for them! And I will meet more people like this in other travels who will look at me like I just have some special gene for languages or something. (Let me say again, that I did horrible in languages in school, and when I was 20 years old, the only language that I spoke was English; up until this crucial decision I was the Average Frustrated Learner).
These people that I keep meeting don’t realize that their English speaking social circle is protecting them from ever speaking the local language. They already have enough of the local language to get by, so why would they need more?

MY PLAN: A very difficult and frustrating month in exchange for the best years of my life

So the decision that I actually made that changed everything was to stop using English entirely. Absolutely no English EVER, except for work, since I was a part-time English teacher, and for weekly phonecalls to my parents. Every other second of my life was to be in Spanish.
I couldn’t conjugate any past-tense verbs, my vocabulary was pathetic and my pronunciation was extremely English, but I decided not to care any more. For the moment, I’d use the present tense and wave behind me or emphasise “yesterday” to try to make it clearer, and I’d use the few words I knew to explain around what I wanted to say, and of course I used a lot of hand waving and gestures until someone got what I was trying to say.
I decided that for exactly 30 days, (the entire month of November) I would speak no English. I warned all of my friends of this in advance, and did some final cramming of words and grammar and then the hardest month of my life began.
Frankly, it was horrible. I couldn’t ask for simple items (always refusing to just say the word in English when the other person would likely know), I couldn’t have a discussion about anything important, so I was as good as a 5 year old for conversations (actually worse), and I couldn’t share my feelings.
It was also frustrating for those who kept insisting that I just say what I wanted to say in English. Most of all, it was exhausting. At the end of the day I’d come home so tired and frustrated. Anyone learning a language in the country knows what this feels like, but imagine not being able to rely on those English-speaking hours for support and to relax! There were many times when I just considered abandoning the plan and be able to express myself properly, but I didn’t give in.
The end of the month came, and you know what? I wasn’t speaking fluently. I still had horrible grammar and a strong accent etc., but eventually over that month something clicked in my mind: I didn’t really need English. It was indeed possible to communicate in the language, even if you don’t speak it well.
Despite the frustration and the need to be able to communicate like a literate adult, I actually feltgood about being able to express myself, albeit limited, in Spanish. And even if I hadn’t reached fluency, I was speaking much better than how I was at the beginning of the experiment. I had learned so much because my motivation changed from “I really want to speak Spanish” to “I really need to speak Spanish”! This is an extremely important difference.
By December I had made new friends who didn’t speak any English at all. I decided to continue the experiment a little longer… and it actually turned into a new lifestyle!

Time to make a tough decision!

If you are truly serious about learning a language to fluency as soon as possible, then I recommend you make a similar decision (presuming you are also living in the country). If your English speaking friends understand even a little of the language, then tell them that from now on you are only going to speak to them in it.
If they respond in English, or if a local suggests an English word for what you are trying to say, then that’s fine! But you must only answer them in the language you are learning, or maybe occasionally use the word in English, or a quasi-mixture of English and their language if you must, but don’t actually speak in English.
Stop depending on those English speaking friends and make new ones. In that month I lost a few friends; I realized that some of them were only using me to practise their English, and some of them just simply didn’t have the patience for me and my crazy project. This didn’t help when I actually wanted support and encouragement! But in exchange, I have made some wonderful new friends and have had so many wonderful experiences with people who don’t speak English, ever since then.
When I reveal this to expats I meet in passing, they always give me lots of excuses why it isn’t possible; they have family and friends, they need to relax at the end of the day, it’s too hard etc. I’m not saying it’s an easy decision, but if you are truly serious about speaking the languagesooner rather than later, then it’s a decision you may need to make.
If you are new in a country, or about to move there, then decide right now that you will very simply avoid speaking English, even if you have to avoid English speakers themselves. And STICK WITH THE DECISION. Ideally, you can still hang out with the English speakers, but you should all practise the local language instead of speaking English, no matter how weird it seems, or how tempted you are to just use your own common language.
It may seem somewhat antisocial, but not really trying to speak the local language is being even more antisocial with the vast majority of people you could be making friends with. Even if you go to some far away village where nobody speaks English, you may still learn the language slowly if you have just one (likely other foreign) friend that you mostly socialise with in English.
This method continued to this day for me and I now quite dislike speaking English unless it’s necessary (apart from when I’m actually in an English speaking country) and make this very clear to people when they first meet me. This has meant that I rarely socialise with other English speakers; despite all my travels to cities with plenty of expats, I don’t have many American or British or Australian or Irish etc. friends (apart from those I met in Ireland & USA for example). Instead I have a lot of Brazilian, Italian, Argentinian, Spanish, French, Quebecois etc. friends.
This has greatly expanded my cultural horizons and really given me a much better feel for the places that I have lived in. If this includes the price-tag of missing out on having English speaking friends, then so be it. Of course, there are plenty of people who speak fluently in the local language and socialise in English. You could also adapt a less extreme version of my idea and decide to speak at least 3 hours daily (for example) just in the language in question. There are plenty of ways to reach fluency, and I can already tell that mine are quite disagreeable for some!  :)

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

31 reasons...

I can't tell you how many times I came to post something and just couldn't think of anything to write.  I think I have hit the winter blues... I just feel like sometimes I am sinking with no one to catch me and somehow I am just blessed with a loving Heavenly Father who shows me that He is always there watching over me.  For anyone else with the winter blues here is something to remind you that you are loved.


On another note, a couple of weeks ago through facebook (even though I detest it, I came across a girl who had pinned this to her pinterest) and I wanted to have it to keep for myself, my children and my children's children.  Lessons learned about marriage.  Please excuse the swears in the post but the value of what is being said just sums up how important it is to always try to put your best face forward and not forget who you are or who your spouse is; beloved children of a king.  And without further ado, here we go.

This is from the blog single dad laughing:


You know what blows big time?
The other night I was sitting with my family, most of whom are very successfully married. We were going in a circle giving our best marriage advice to my little sister on the eve of her wedding. It’s somewhat of a family tradition.
But that’s not what blows. What really blows is that I realized I don’t have any good marriage advice to give. After all, I’ve never had a successful marriage out of the two marriages I did have.
And so, when it was my turn, I just made a joke about divorce and how you should always remember why you loved your spouse when you first met her so that when times get tough, you can find someone new that is just like she was.
There were a couple courtesy giggles, but overall my humor wasn’t welcome in such a beautifully building ring of profundity.
They finished round one, and for some reason started into another round. And that’s when I realized. Hey. I don’t have marriage advice to give, but I have plenty of “keep your marriage from ending” advice (two equivocally different things), and that might be almost as good.
It eventually came to me again, and what I said would have been such great advice if I were a tenth as good at saying things as I was at writing them.
And so, that night, I sat down and wrote out my “advice list” for my little sister. You know… things I wish I would have known or done differently so that I didn’t end up divorced (twice). After writing it, I thought maybe I’d share it with all of you, too.
I call it my “Ways I Blew My Marriage” list. Also, for the list’s sake, I am just going to refer to “her” instead of “them” even though they almost all were true in both marriages.
1. DON’T STOP HOLDING HER HANDWhen I first dated the woman I ended up marrying, I always held her hand. In the car. While walking. At meals. At movies. It didn’t matter where. Over time, I stopped. I made up excuses like my hand was too hot or it made me sweat or I wasn’t comfortable with it in public. Truth was, I stopped holding hands because I stopped wanting to put in the effort to be close to my wife. No other reason.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d hold her hand in the car. I’d hold her hand on a star. I’d hold her hand in a box. I’d hold her hand with a fox. And I’d hold her hand everywhere else, too, even when we didn’t particularly like each other for the moment.
BONUS! When you hold hands in the winter, they don’t get cold. True story.

2. DON’T STOP TRYING TO BE ATTRACTIVE.Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts until she wasn’t around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely, if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make myself desirable so that she would desire me.
BONUS! when you trim your man hair, guess what. She returns the favor.

3. DON’T ALWAYS POINT OUT HER WEAKNESSES.
For some reason, somewhere along the way, I always ended up feeling like it was my place to tell her where she was weak and where she could do better. I sure as heck didn’t do that while we were dating. No, when I dated her I only built her up, only told her how amazing she was, and easily looked past all of her flaws. After we got married though, she sometimes couldn’t even cook eggs without me telling her how she might be able to improve.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I wouldn’t say a damned thing about anything that I thought could use improvement. I’ve learned since my marriage ended that there is more than one right way to do most things, and that the imperfections of others are too beautiful to try and change.
BONUS! when you tell her what she’s doing right, she’ll tell you what you’re doing right. And she’ll also tell her friends. And her family. And the dentist. And even strangers on the street.

4. DON’T STOP COOKING FOR HER.I knew how to woo a girl, for sure. And the ticket was usually a night in, cooking a nice meal and having a romantic evening. So why is it then, that I didn’t do that for her after we got married? Sure, I’d throw some canned soup in the microwave or fry up some chimichangas once in a while, but I rarely if ever went out of my way to sweep her off her feet after we were married by steaming crab legs, or making fancy pasta, or setting up a candlelit table.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d make it a priority to cook for her, and only her, something awesome at least every month. And I’d remember that meat in a can is never awesome.
BONUS! candlelit dinners often lead to candlelit bow chica bow-wow.

5. DON’T YELL AT YOUR SPOUSE.I’m not talking about the angry kind of yelling. I’m talking about the lazy kind of yelling. The kind of yelling you do when you don’t want to get up from your television show or you don’t want to go ALL THE WAY UPSTAIRS to ask her if she’s seen your keys. It really doesn’t take that much effort to go find her, and yelling (by nature) sounds demanding and authoritative.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d try to go find her anytime I needed something or wanted to know something, and I’d have both gratitude and manners when I did. I always hated when she would yell to me, so why did I always feel it was okay to yell to her?
BONUS! sometimes you catch her doing something cute that you would have missed otherwise.

6. DON’T CALL NAMES.I always felt I was the king of not calling names, but I wasn’t. I may not have called her stupid, or idiot, or any of the other names she’d sometimes call me, but I would tell her she was stubborn, or that she was impossible, or that she was so hard to deal with. Names are names, and calling them will drive bigger wedges in communication than just about anything else.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: Any time it got to the point that I wanted to call names, I’d call a time-out and come back to it later. Or better yet, I’d call her names, but they’d be names like “super sexy” or “hotness.” Even in the heat of the moment.
BONUS! she’ll call you names in better places. Like the bedroom.


7. DON’T BE STINGY WITH YOUR MONEY.As the main bread earner, I was always so stingy with the money. I’d whine about the cost of her shampoo or that she didn’t order water at restaurants, or that she’d spend so much money on things like pedicures or hair dye jobs. But seriously. I always had just as many if not more things that I spent my money on, and in the end, the money was spent, we were just fine, and the only thing my bitching and moaning did was bring undo stress to our relationship.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d tell her I trusted her to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she felt like she needed it. And then, I’d actually trust her to do it.
BONUS! sometimes she will make bad purchase decisions, which leads to makeup purchase decisions. Like that new gadget you’ve had your eyes on.


8. DON’T ARGUE IN FRONT OF THE KIDS.There was never any argument that was so important or pressing that we couldn’t wait to have it until the kids weren’t there. I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist or super-shrink to know why fighting in front of the kids is a dangerous and selfish way of doing things.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I would never, ever, not even once fight in front of the kids, no matter how big or how small the issue was. I’d maybe make a code word that meant, “not with the kids here.”BONUS! when you wait to fight, usually you both realize how stupid or unimportant the fight was and the fight never happens.


9. DON’T ENCOURAGE EACH OTHER TO SKIP WORKING OUT.I always thought it was love to tell my spouse, “I don’t care if you don’t take care of yourself. I don’t care if you don’t exercise. I don’t care if you let yourself go.” But that was lying, and it was lying when she said it to me because the truth is, we did care and I wish that we would have always told each other how sexy and attractive the other was any time we’d go workout or do something to become healthier.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d ask her to tell me that she cared. I’d ask her to encourage me to go to the gym. I’d ask her to remind me of my goals and tell me I’m strong enough to keep them.BONUS! exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And happy people don’t kill other people. (Name that movie!)


10. DON’T POOP WITH THE BATHROOM DOOR OPEN.I don’t know why, but at some point I started thinking it was okay to poop with the bathroom door open, and so did she. First of all, it’s gross. Second of all, it stinks everything up. Third of all, there is literally no way to make pooping attractive, which means that every time she saw me do it, she, at least in some little way, would have thought I was less attractive.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d shut the damn door and poop in private.BONUS! when she does think of your naked body, she’s not going to be thinking about it in a grunting/squatting position.


11. DON’T STOP KISSING HER.It always got to a point when I’d more or less stop kissing her. Usually it was because things were stressful and there was tension in our relationship, and so I’d make it worse by refusing to kiss her. This of course would lead to her feeling rejected. Which would of course lead to arguments about it. Other times I had my own issues with germs and whatnot.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d kiss her in the morning when she looked like people do in the morning. I’d kiss her at night when she’s had a long day. I’d kiss her any time I felt like she secretly wanted a kiss. And, I’d kiss her even when my germ issues kicked in.BONUS! she feels loved when you kiss her. That’s bonus enough.


12. DON’T STOP HAVING FUN TOGETHER.Age shouldn’t matter. Physical ability shouldn’t matter. Couples should never stop having fun with each other, and I really wish I wouldn’t have gotten into so many ruts in which we didn’t really go out and do anything. And, I’ve been around the block enough times to know that when the fun is missing, and the social part of life is missing, so also goes missing the ability to be fully content with each other.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d make a rule with her that we’d never stay home two weekends in a row.BONUS! awesome stories and awesome memories come from doing awesome things. And so do cherished embarrassing moments.


13. DON’T PRESSURE EACH OTHER.Pressuring each other about anything is always a recipe for resentment. I always felt so pressured to make more money. I always felt so pressured to not slip in my religion. I always felt so pressured to feel certain ways about things when I felt the opposite. And I usually carried a lot of resentment. Looking back, I can think of just as many times that I pressured her, so I know it was a two-way street.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d make it a point to celebrate the different views, opinions, and ways that she had of doing things. I’d find the beauty in differentiation, not the threat.BONUS! authentic happiness becomes a real possibility. And so do authentic foot rubs.


14. DON’T LABEL EACH OTHER WITH NEGATIVE LABELS.Sometimes the easiest phrases to say in my marriage started with one of three things. Either, “you should have,” “you aren’t,” or “you didn’t.” Inevitably after each of those seemed to come something negative. And since when have negative labels ever helped anyone? They certainly never helped her. Or me. Instead, they seemed to make the action that sparked the label worsen in big ways.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I would learn to stop myself before saying any of those phrases, and then I’d switch them out for positive labels. Instead of “you should,” I’d say “you are great at.” Instead of saying “you aren’t,” I’d say “you are.” Instead of saying “you didn’t,” I’d say, “you did.” And then I’d follow it up with something positive.BONUS! the noblest struggles become far more conquerable. And you don’t think or believe that you’re a schmuck, which is always nice.


15. DON’T SKIP OUT ON THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO HER.It was so easy in marriage to veto so many of the things she enjoyed doing. My reasoning, “we can find things we both enjoy.” That’s lame. There will always be things she enjoys that I will never enjoy, and that’s no reason not to support her in them. Sometimes the only thing she needs is to know that I’m there.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d attend many more of the events that she invited me to. I would actively participate and not tell all the reasons why I’d do it differently or how it could be better or more fun or time better spent.BONUS! go to something she knows you don’t enjoy and the gratitude gets piled on later that night, like whipped cream on a cheesecake.


16. DON’T EMOTIONALLY DISTANCE YOURSELF AFTER A FIGHT.I never got to experience the power of make-up sex because any time my wife was mean or we got in a fight, I’d completely distance myself from her, usually for several days. Communication would shut down and I’d avoid contact at all cost. This never let things get worked out, and eventually after it had happened enough times I’d explode unnecessarily.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d let myself communicate my emotions and feelings more often, and I’d make sure that she knew I still loved her any time we had an ugly bout. Sure, we’d give each other some distance. But not days of distance.BONUS! Fantastic make-up sex. Or at least that’s the theory.


17. DON’T STOP BRINGING HER FLOWERS.When I was wooing her, I made it a point to show up with flowers. And not just for special occasions. I’d have them delivered. I’d drop some at her door and run. I’d have them if I was just showing up for a movie on her couch. I brought her flowers from day one to day married. And then after we said I do, I stopped. Flowers became an unnecessary expense and were only worth splurging on for really special occasions like anniversaries or Valentine’s day. And sadly not always on those days, either.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I might get her flowers on those special occasions, but I’d make it a point to get her flowers often enough that she never wondered what I’d done wrong when I did. I’d understand that the most meaningful flowers were the ones given with no reason but to give them.BONUS! it’s hard to hold grudges for the other stupid things you do when there are fresh flowers reminding her that you’re a good guy most of the time.


18. DON’T WORK SO MUCH THAT YOU DON’T WANT SEX.This may be a little too much information, but when I was married, I would sometimes be so in need of sex, yet I would work so hard and so late into the night that even when sex was an option, I would turn it down in favor of crashing and decompressing. This of course would make her feel rejected because she knew that I wanted it, but couldn’t figure out why I didn’t want it from her.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d set a bed time for myself and wake up earlier to get my work done if needed. I’d remind myself that no amount of money is ever enough when you’re a workaholic. And I’d not give up the boonda boonda with my wife to make a few extra unneeded bucks.BONUS! you don’t have to go to the gym as often because the gym comes to your bedroom.


19. DON’T PUT HER DOWN TO OTHERS.It always seemed that the more bla our marriage got, the more I would (usually jokingly) put her down to others. What’s worse is that I’d do it while she was standing there as much as I would when she wasn’t. I made sure that she knew that her faults and her weaknesses were never going to be secret and then if she’d get mad about it, I’d throw it back on her and tell her she needed to develop a sense of humor.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d realize that there’s nothing motivating about being put down. Building people up can still be done in awesomely joking ways.BONUS! she probably wants a good guy as part of her foundation. Building her up makes sure that her foundation is with you and not Billy Bob over there.


20. DON’T BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WITH HER.Always claiming I was the saint, I would refuse to talk about what was bothering me, I’d refuse to discuss when things hurt me, and I’d refuse to admit that anything was wrong. Instead, I’d be passive aggressive about things. I’d pretend to take the high road. “It’s not worth the contention to me, just have it your way,” I’d blurt out. Let’s not kid ourselves. I said that to make her feel like a bully and to push her into giving me my way. It rarely worked. All it ever did was make her feel worse about herself and about me, and neither one of us would get what we needed.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d tell her how things were actually affecting me, and I’d learn to genuinely want her to have her way sometimes, or I’d learn to agree to disagree, or I’d learn to take a break from the conversation. I’d also ask her to point out when I was being passive aggressive so that I could rephrase things in a productive way.BONUS! when you tell her what you actually want or need, sometimes you get it. Fancy that.


21. DON’T FIND REASONS TO DITCH HER.It seemed that when I got home from work, there was always an important business issue thatneeded dealing with. There was always an email that needed to be answered. There was always something I needed to check on my phone. There was always Facebook that needed updating. There was always something that couldn’t wait, and I’d happily ditch her to go do it.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d completely power off my cell phone for an hour or two every night and instead spend that time with her. Eating, talking, having fun, playing games, or just catching up on all the little things. The computer would be off limits, and so would the TV.BONUS! a quality hour with her is far more fun than a six-hour long fight about not spending enough quality time with her.


22. DON’T TOUCH HER ONLY WHEN YOU WANT SEX.Ever the Romeo, I would usually distance myself from her physically and emotionally for days or weeks, and then I’d roll over in bed one night, and start putting the moves on her. This of course would leave her hurt and upset that I was only touching her for sex, which would make me react passive aggressively, and become more emotionally and physically distant.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d touch her gently and without sexual motives when she was lying in bed. I’d rub her legs when she was reading a book. I’d softly make circles on the small of her back while we washed dishes. I’d massage her knees in the car. I’d push the hair out of her eyes. I’d kiss her on the forehead. And the cheek. And the nose when I wanted to really grab her by surprise. And I’d do it all without the need to get it on.BONUS! wait for it… wait for it… more sex. Well, sex and you touching her doesn’t give her the heebie jeebies.


23. DON’T STOP TAKING HER ON NICE DATES.When I was dating her, I’d have no problem paying a little more for nice dates. Twenty extra bucks for the ambiance of a nicer restaurant was no biggie when I wanted to charm her and make her feel worth it. I’d pay for nicer seats at the show. I’d get better seats at the basketball game. So why is it that after marriage, she was no longer worth it? Why was spending the money a waste instead of a valuable way to keep her feeling special? Why did I stop going to shows and basketball games and everything else?IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d think she was special enough to spend a little extra cash on once in a while. I’d look at every extra dollar spent as an investment into our relationship. I’d keep apprised of her favorite bands and her favorite performing art shows and I’d surprise her with tickets before she even knew they were coming.BONUS! nice dates lead to nice pictures on her phone which lead to everyone on her Instagram and Facebook thinking you’re the damned coolest hubby on the planet.


24. DON’T GIVE HER GUILT FOR NEEDING TO GETAWAY FROM YOU.There were times when I just needed to get the hell away from her for a while. And not because something was wrong. Simply because too much of anybody is just too much. But for some reason, I always felt like something was secretly wrong when she wanted to duck out for a while with no explanation. I’d insist she “talk” or that she tell me what was up. I’d never just let her go and get her much needed moments without me.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d make sure she knew that it was always okay with me if she just needed to get out and away for a little while. I would never pressure her to have a good reason. I’d encourage her to spend some time on her own, out with the girls, or doing what she wanted to do.BONUS! time away from you means you can sneak that triple bacon burger she rightfully never wants you to eat.


25. DON’T DROWN HER WITH YOUR SARCASM.Sarcasm comes from the Latin sarcasmos or “tearing of the flesh.” I don’t know that having my flesh torn sounds particularly fun. Yet, fun is exactly what I thought it was every time I’d lay on the sarcasm. Fun. No matter what she did, it seemed I would lay on a dose of sarcasm. Happy sarcasm. Funny sarcasm. Snide sarcasm. A lot of times straight up mean sarcasm. And, just like when I put her down, I’d make her feel stupid for not laughing about it.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d understand that some funny sarcasm, in the proper moments and with the right spirit can really enhance a relationship, so long as it goes both ways. I’d also understand that when she’s trying to tell me something important is not the time. Or when she’s trying to apologize. Or when she’s sad that her mom’s in the hospital. Or when she’s throwing up. Or when she miscarries. Or when she’s already about to strangle me because she just dipped her butt in the toilet water.BONUS! when you skip the negative sarcasm, you develop a real sense of humor instead of that sorry excuse for a funny bone you call wit. Pleeeease tell me you noted my ironic use of sarcasm being used here.


26. DON’T MAKE HER DO THE GROSS AND SCARY THINGS.When we were dating, I was a knight in shining armor. Was there a spider that needed killing? I was the Gladiator. Was there a drain that needed a good hair-unclogging? Who else would she call but me? Was one of the kids losing her lunch in the entryway? Sit back my fair lady. I’ll clean up the puke. Then, the second we were married I told her to kill her own spiders. It was her hair clogging the drain, so why should I have to touch it? And it just seemed like a mom’s duty to “help” a sick kid.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d cinch up my damned knickers and do the gross and scary things that I was born to do. I’d remember that I fell in love with sugar and spice and everything nice, not slugs and snails and puppy dog tails.BONUS! how do I put this? When she gets scared, she more often than not needs physicalreassurance of the safety that she’ll only feel in the arms of her big, brawny, tough, macho man.EXTRA BONUS! after doing the gross and scary things, you get to stand up and scream, “are you not entertained?! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!” (name that movie.)


27. DON’T THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN SHE IS.I have always struggled with an over-bloated “confidence” in my own intelligence, and unfortunately that carried over into my marriage far too often. Guess who always had the right answer about everything? Guess who always had to correct her when she was wrong? Guess who always had to whip out his phone to prove something she said was incorrect? Guess who would crap on her awesome ideas? Guess who was constantly DRIVING HER CRAZY with it?IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d remember three things. One, know-it-alls drive everyonecrazy. Two, know-it-alls usually end up alone. Three, know-it-alls are wrong, a lot. And they’re never as smart as they think they are. So, instead of thinking I knew everything and that I knew better ways of doing everything, I’d sit back and enjoy letting her make a lot of the decisions. I’d let her save face when she was wrong. And, I’d applaud the fact that there are a lot of areas of life that she knows a lot more about than I do.BONUS! not knowing everything makes you look a lot less stupid.


28. MOVE AWAY FROM HER FAMILY. AND YOURS.When we were first married, we would see my family all the time and her family almost as often. We spent almost every Sunday at my family’s house, and a lot of weeknights and weekends at hers. We spent nearly every holiday with our families. And every special occasion, too. And while family is usually great, it really kept us from developing our own working family dynamic, our own traditions, and our own strengthened way of living and doing things. It drug us into unnecessary drama. And most of all, it kept us from learning to lean on each other during our rough patches instead of on our parents or siblings.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I would move far away from both families for a year or two. I wouldn’t come back until we’d been through at least a few big marital challenges on our own without the involvement of any family at all. That way, when we did come back, we’d be strong on our own and our families would be great supplements to our marriage instead of major players.BONUS! when you make your own traditions, you can finally add things in that your parents weren’t cool with. “And after we open our Christmas pajamas… everyone has to eat a pound of chocolate. And then they have to stand on their heads while screaming. And then they have to jump on their beds.” Stuff like that.


29. DON’T BE A TALK-HOG.I often had a way of making everything about me. I’d come home from work and want to talk about me. I’d go to bed with her and want to talk about me. I’d want to talk about my successes, my ideas, my struggles, and my worries. Usually I’d realize I was being a talk-hog and I’d ask her about what was going on with her, but only listen with half an ear, hardly reply, and be anxious to move the conversation back to me as soon as possible.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d shut the heck up. And, because of my little problem, I’d try not to talk about me at all until I knew about her day, her successes, her ideas, her struggles, and her worries.BONUS! when you listen, you hear nifty things that remind you how awesome and messed up and funny and perfect for you she really is.


30. DON’T DEMAND THAT SHE TELL YOU WHAT SHE’S THINKING.I always knew when something was wrong. I always knew when something was bugging her. I always knew when she disapproved of something I said or did. And, I always knew when she was keeping her mouth shut about it. Being the great communicator that I was, I would badger her, and pester her, and harass her until she finally told me what she was thinking. And sure enough, it was usually what I thought it was, and the next world war would break out.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d shrug my shoulders and send serious thank you vibes to her for keeping her opinion or her disapproval to herself, even though I’d know they weren’t positive. I’d recognize the noble reasons she was doing it, and I’d respect those reasons. I’d learn not to take it all personally and I’d learn not to desperately need approval for everything I did or said.BONUS! when war is averted, nobody ends up clobbered and wounded and hungry for blood. Which is always nice.


31. DON’T BUY INTO YOUR GRANDPARENTS’ GENDER ROLES.I had no trouble letting my wife go join all the other wives on Sundays and fix dinner for all of us men. I also had no trouble letting them all do clean-up without our help. I enjoyed playing pool, or ping pong, or chattin’ it up with the fellas while the women toiled. It’s just what happens more often than not in my family, and I often brought it home with me during the week. After all. I had a job, so she did everything else. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? Well, apparently not because it always led to all sorts of justified resentment.IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:I’d realize that working a desk job is usually a heck of a lot easier than working at home all day. I’d jump into the chores that she had left when I got home so that we could both enjoy some quality free time later on. I’d insist on doing the dishes more often. I’d demand that she relax sometimes while I got the kids ready for bed. And, I’d never let myself think that her work was easier or less important than mine.BONUS! appreciated wives show their appreciation for it in much more private settings, like the bedroom. And by appreciation, I mean they’ll surprise you with that incredible nerdy electric tie rack that spins.