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Bathing is a communal activity

On Saturday we went to the baths. Some of us *ahem* Astroboy *ahem* didn't like the prospect of swimming with naked men. The rest of us were totally psyched. And because he married my sister behind my back, I made Astroboy come along anyway.  
Astroboy's revenge: Three, Five and I went into the freezing tub to take a picture.
Astroboy refused to take the photo until I was fully submerged.
Not. Cool.
Freezing  

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Introducing... Mrs. Three Astro Boy?

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but somewhere between friending Astro Boy on facebook, and meeting him in real life, we seem to have gotten married.  There is no ring, and I really have no recollection of him popping the question, but the other day it was revealed to both of us that we got hitched.

Our time in Hungary has been filled with pomp and circumstance, a lot of events and a considerable amount of security.  And at one of these events while working our way through said security, the guard told me "You shall not pass!" (well, it was actually more along the lines of "your name's not on the list," but you get the picture). I. Was. Livid.  There were my siblings' names Four, Five, Z, but no Three, and without my name on that list they said there was nothing they or I could do, and I'd have to go sulk at a cafe eating ice cream while I waited for my family.  Meanwhile Astro Boy was looking up his name on the list when he let out a truncated guffaw.  "Look!" He shouted, and directed our gaze to a name on the list, "Mrs. Three Astro Boy," it read, and while my passport still says Miss Three, it was good enough for the guards, and fine and dandy for me.


It has led to a considerable amount of awkwardness, first I had to tell Dr. P, and then there was dealing with the fact that Four had joined us on what I can only assume was our honeymoon, but in the end we had a grand old time of it, and we even took the picture for our Christmas card!


Awkward, right?



best man?

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Three years ago...

The Future Mr. Two came to a party my grandmother threw in Washington and I am so grateful he did.  It makes me think about what I value in people and in him.  So here are the 5 things that made me fall in love with my soon-to-be-permanent boy.

5. He's smart.

4. He's open. 

3. He looks at the bright side.  

2. He's patient.  

1. He's nice.  The nicest man I think I have ever known.  
My favorite colors and some of my favorite flowers from TFMT


And on top of all of that, I love him heaps -- even if/when he drives me crazy.

Happy Anniversary!

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Independence!

I had high hopes for a deeply symbolic Independence Day.  There are so many little oppressions in my life, and I long for freedom.  Freedom from bad habits and annoying situations.  Freedom from my neverending home rebuild (now 10 months behind schedule; I've stopped calling it a renovation).  Freedom from stubborn baby pounds (and a couple pre-baby pounds).  Freedom from diapers (I'm lookin' at you, Princess H).

But, at the end of a glorious weekend filled with art, old friends, silly fun, music, fireworks, family, heated conversations with my contractor, good food, and, yes, tons of dirty diapers, I am filled with nothing but profound gratitude.  Why would any passionate patriot (like myself) want to crowd a day like this?  It doesn't need to be one bit more meaningful than it already is.  I love this country!  I am so grateful for the real freedoms it affords, and for those who fight to protect them.  I am grateful for the refuge this place provided to our grandparents, and for the American Dream they built.  I am grateful for a beautiful night, sleeping babies, and a long talk with the man I love on Momo's roof, watching a panorama of (mostly legal) fireworks without a care in the world.  And I am grateful for the fifth of July -- when I can get back to work on those other things....

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Hooray America!!!

Even though I'm in the land of my morefathers (mother + forefather = perhaps?), I adore my country, and I'm proud to wish it a big ol' happy birthday. (unlike some people... One, I'm looking your america-hating way)♥


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