Happy Wife, Happy Life

(and an awkward photo for good measure)

I spent the better half of this morning being my best bratty self to Matt. I kinda sorta had a good reason (not really). You see, in my dream last night he wouldn't talk to me (which is a major issue because I love to yap the man's ear off) and basically left me for who knows how long, because dream time is a thing of mystery. The animosity I felt toward him carried over into real life, because I'm a hormonal woman and I'm capable of such craziness from time to time (please reassure me I am not alone in this ridiculousness). Halfway through the day, I decided to stop acting like a 14-year old and use the mature capabilities my brain has worked so hard to develop by apologizing and laughing it off. After all, the man made us chicken shawarmas yesterday! You'd think I'd find it in my heart to suffocate him with praise and adoration, instead of holding grudges for things that my crazy lady brain conjures up in the wee hours of the morning. 

Overall, I would just like to state for the record that I hit the jackpot with Matt. Even though it's occasionally necessary to drive each other nuts, the guy is golden. Pure gold. I mean, would you get a load of that food he made specially for us (by the way, it is completely gluten-free! These spinach tortillas from Whole Foods make a great replacement for pitas)! He knows how to bake, too. Quite the Renaissance man, really.

Middle Eastern/Mediterranean food is the nomiest of noms. I would like to take a lengthy hiatus on this island and indulge in a gyro (or five). I envision myself becoming one with the Greek, so when I get back to the USA I can go around demanding of strangers and anyone that will listen, "geeve me any word, and I show you how the root is Greek."

Then there is Luke, proud owner of seven toofs and counting. That guy is a little ham, but what do you expect from a baby who's had the camera in his face from day one? I wonder what all these kids will be like as adults (you know, the ones with moms that blog every moment of their life)? Are we setting them up with some sort of celebrity complex? I'm afraid he will feel inadequate and unloved as an adult if someone isn't constantly snapping a picture or video of him ;)