Hey …so
Its been a while
You know
Not since I’ve blogged but a while since …I mean
It happens
There’s this younger dude in my bed with a lot more hair than me that boldly looks up at me smiling with my wife’s breast in his mouth. Some times he doesn’t even eat he just lets it run down his neck. Really. What a JERK. He turned my wife’s tits into teats.
You never think that someone you’ve known for less time than your sneakers can make you change how you act with your wife.
We don’t kiss the same. I’ve always thought my wife was cute but never have I ever kissed her 40 times in one spot on her cheek while humming. Now it’s a force of habit. It’s happened to her too, like when she has to specify who she’s talking to when she walks in a room and says some one looks “cute” or when she says “hey baby”
That one is hard.
Speaking of which. It’s night time and tonight we are in grown up mode (all parents and people who raised us please stop reading here, all you need to know is that we sleep in separate beds with a clock and lamp between us and we wear full head to toe 3 piece pajamas with a hat…every one else read on)

Its revenge night we reclaim what’s ours.
Vengeance is mine sayeth the baby makers tonight when we say the word “baby” it wont be a fact, it’ll be a metaphor. Tonight we will not just rub noses and pat each other on the face lovingly and look into each others eyes. Tonight we will lie with each other in the biblical sense…just as soon as he falls asleep which he just did! We both laugh quietly and do the under the covers wiggle out of our clothes dance. However we are not total freaks the deal is not sealed till we get little man into the co-sleeper.  It’s an art much like pulling the table cloth off a table full of dishes and leaving them standing. One wrong move and it’s a party of 3.
We flop him in.
He twitches and waves his arms, grunts and falls limp. We both audibly exhale and laugh with a whimper that only parents would know. We look at each other and we start to talk and hug and laugh like a pair of runaway slaves in Toronto.  And then it hit us, a rush of emotions. Hey how are you? Who are you? I mean we talk every day but look at you, you are really beautiful and wow look at us all grown up and in a house and in love and happy and finally having a drivers’ license, we have come so far. We held each and stared at each other and for a moment got lost. The past the future were all seamless and one. It’s that feeling like falling and time is that wind around, beneath and between you.  The moment we met was as clear as us holding hands as this child and his sibling leaving to go off to school. Speaking of which… I know I’m forgetting something… oh yeah right this kid needs a sibling – I guess I should kiss this lady. I close my eyes and as our lips meet we hear what sounds like a cat imitating a rusty door opening. It’s my son my wonderful, wonderful son. We reach over plop him right in between us rub noses and pat each other on the face lovingly, look into each others eyes and fall asleep.