My Wife, Jenna

1. Where did you first meet your wife?  Jenna and I met on e-Harmony.  After about a week we decided to meet in person at Dana Point Library, 33841 Niguel Rd, Dana Point, CA.

2. How long did you date before you got married?  It was a long 8 months before we got engaged and then we finally got married 3 months later; so 11 months all together.

3. How long have you been married?  2 years and 5 months.

4. What does she do to surprise you?  The last big surprise was when she flew my brother down from Oregon for my Birthday. I had no clue she was doing it, it was a great gift.

5. What if your favorite feature of hers?  I like her face!

6. What is your favorite quality?  Her maturity.

7. Does she have a nickname for you?  Boo, Poop, Papa

8. What is her favorite food?  Green Beans, BBQd Tri-tip, & Stuffing.

9. What is her favorite sport?  Skating

10. When and where did you first kiss?  A gentlemen does not speak of such things.

11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?  I would have to say talking to each other.

12. Do you have any children?  One.

13. How old is she?  She is 29 years old (cradle robber).

14. What is her favorite music?  She’s not all that into music but I would say Christian.  She also enjoys it when I play some mellow Brazilian music in the background.

15. What is her favorite color?  Peach

16. Will she read this? Yes

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Puking

Leo woke us up this night with sounds of distress.  Rushing to his rescue, his mother walked into what could be described as a scene from the exorcist-- puke was everywhere.  Supportingly, I call out from the comfort of the bed to my wife:

Husband:  "Baby, if you need any help let me know."

A good husband knows that this is the obligatory phrase used in order to receive the following response: "Don't worry baby, I got it you can go back to sleep." Much to my dismay this was not the response I received.

Wife:  "Well, he just threw-up, would you help me with the sheets?"

My son had turned into a foul smelling producer of some sort of cheese like goo.  I quickly wrapped the sheets up and took them outside however, this smell-- this horrible smell!  I could not believe how saturated the air in his room had become in just a matter of minutes.  I opened the window and put the ceiling fan on full blast, meanwhile Leo hangs from his mother's arms as he attempts round two in the bathroom sink.  Two hours later we we're still awake and despite the fact that our son had puked for the fifth time up-chucking yellow bile from the deep recesses of his GI he seemed to be in good humor laughing wanting to play with his sleep deprived parents.

Craziness must be one of the lesser known side effects of the stomach flu.