Happy Halloween! We didn't trick or treat but I made movie munch!! 🎃

Halloween is Dev and mine's favorite holiday. We don't necessarily go all out for it or anything (but I feel like we could be those people!), but it's for sure our shared favorite.

There's just something about spooky season that makes everything that much more fun and entertaining. The candy is delicious, fall colors are where it's at, and everyday horror movies are accepted.

Well... accepted by most people. For as much as he loves Halloween, horror movies aren't really D's thing.

However, he makes an exception for me during spooky season because I'M HIS FAVORITE. Ok, not really. I mean, I am his favorite but that's not why he does it. He does it because he loves me. That... and probably because he has me spoiled rotten.

No complaints.

We usually go with Greg and Gabriel to go trick-or-treating but with Dev's health scares this year and with his mouth still healing, we decided to not be out in the frigid weather all evening (we had snow flurries yesterday... not many BUT STILL). Instead, Bub took little man to do their thing and Dev and I stayed at the house and had snuggles, waffles, and Michael Myers.

Also, I made movie munch which is essentially a giant bowl of popcorn with all the other treats (candies, cookies, etc.) cut up and shaken in.

And I have no regrets. There's something about snuggling up when it's cold out and getting something warm in your belly and watching scary movies. It's probably the nostalgic feeling it provides me but either way, I'll take those warm fuzzy feelings.

We even got on a roll and watched two of the three newest Halloween movies. It's late and I have to work tomorrow but I also just want to stay up and keep having this feeling. I feel like this is how content people feel in the creeping hours of Christmas Eve and instead it hits me on Halloween.

Maybe it's weird, maybe I'm weird, but one way or the other, I wanna keep it.

❤️ Baby JTG for the win. ❤️

Yesterday was the day we all got together to celebrate Baby Jensen. And oh, what a celebration it was. To say once our motley crew gets together, things get hilarious (and tense) would be an understatement. It was a small turnout but it was so full of love (and soups!).

The party started around 3:00PM and of course in true us fashion, this set of Glisson's were damn near late. BUT we made it on time and honestly, I think we deserve a treat for that kind of punctuality (I literally was over two hours late to our wedding and haven't been on time for anything since that day).

Dev's still feeling pretty rough considering all the dental work he had done about two weeks ago but he was a f*cking trooper and couldn't stand the thought of missing out on a celebration of our cousin/friends baby! 

The pups had to chill at our house for the day (they usually go everywhere with us but it was a pup free zone considering the party was at their house and there was limited space) but don't worry about them. They were sleeping off D and mine's Friday spontaneous roadtrip so they were more than happy to sleep a Saturday away for a few hours.

We stayed for a few hours hanging out, opening presents, taking pictures, eating and such and then we headed to the house to chill for the rest of the weekend (I'm currently writing this via my pajamas in bed and have no regrets).

And the food?! JESUS. There was so much good food to be eaten... I think I gained four pounds. Potato soup, chili, bbq weenies, potato salad (we like taters in this family!)... the list goes on. I even made vanilla crinkle cookies (dyed blue!) and cream cheese frosted brownies (with blue frosting of course!) per Mavis's request. 

Full disclosure... my "blue" cookies and "blue" frosting had a touch of green to them but it still counts and I'm taking the win!

Mavis is so excited about JT getting here in the next couple of months (due in December like his daddy!) and we honestly can't wait to hold and snuggle and love the shit out of him. Speaking of Mavis, can we talk about how adorable they looked? They definitely have that new "we're about to have a baby and we're in love" glow about them and we are f*cking here for it.

Here's to Baby JTG and all the love this family has for each other.

Three years married to my Gatorbaby. ❤️❤️❤️

When I think about the fact we're married, there are times it still blows my mind. It's one of those things where I feel like I've been married for fifty years and four minutes all at the same time... in the very best of ways.

There is no one other than Dev I would want or would choose to spend my life with. He quite literally is the other piece of me and calls to my soul on an ethereal level. I was lucky. I know there are alot of people out there that say that, but I truly mean it.

He's not only an amazing husband, he's also my best friend. There's nothing that we do that we don't do together. He's my homie as much as he's my love and that in and of itself, to me, is priceless.

We were talking the other night... well... I was mostly incoherently rambling but that's besides the point... and I told D how much I loved being married to him. As most people know, I was steadfast in my whole "I'm never getting married" life plan. Honestly, after thinking it through, I realized that I didn't ever want to get married because I was scared.

I was scared that I would have to fight and argue and scream and be sad and live a lonely life if I was married. Because to me, that's what marriage was. That's what I had seen and that's what I knew. I've known very few people throughout my life that were "happy" and married. It's sad and confusing, but so very true.

But when Dev asked me to marry him, I knew he wouldn't make me live that life. I knew he just wanted me to be happy and healthy and to take care of each other and love each other as much as possible for however long was possible.

And that was a deal worth making.

He calls to my soul, makes everything feel better when he wraps me up, and truly is the greatest piece of myself I have to offer the world.

Happy Anniversary, my love. I know life is crazy and once again we're spending our anniversary in an unusual and unhip way (ah, the life of being an adult with health issues), but there's truly no one on this entire planet that could make me feel the way you do. You're my heart, my rock, my calm, and my storm. You're all the best of me stacked into one delicious 6'3 package and I'm so grateful that we found each other. 

I love you so deep in my bones, I don't know how my muscles hold up.

Hospital visits, X-Men, applesauce, towels, and Becks.

My little Gatorbaby finally had his oral surgery (10/9) that we've been waiting MONTHS on. The poor man has been in round the clock agony and to say we're relived for this part of the process to be done would be an understatement.

Now... he's a whole new kind of sore.

He came through the surgery fantastically (the docs words, not mine) and did so damn good with the anesthesia. That's the part we're always sketch on but everything went as smooth as possible (thanks!) and he was back to me in no time.

Well, I say no time now but it felt like an eternity and I was a little dramatic about it. Luckily, I was in the room by myself so the only person to actually see my internal freakout and constant leg shaking was... well... me. (I was a little on edge.)

Now, he has to go through the healing process (he's been doing pretty good and taking it like a champ!) and relearn a couple of things, go to a few more follow-up appointments and he'll be good to go. 

We spent his recovery time laid up in the bed (well... I didn't spend the whole time in the bed I was doing things around the house and for him... that's besides the point!) watching X-Men movies and the new Beckham documentary on Netflix (that I highly recommend!).

Like when I had my surgery, he's real sore and there's some frustration because you have to relearn to do so many things you don't even realize you do naturally (like holding your jaw). 

He also had three additional teeth at the bottom that had to be surgically removed (they had to cut his gum open to the bone... eek!) so he's more sore than I was... probably... it would make sense to me.

BUT he's recovering and his first follow-up appointment is on our third anniversary. Because we know how to party. I love that we're a legit old married couple even though we're still young.

There's mostly a diet of cup-a-noodles, applesauce, and jello happening at our house and we're staying inside as much as possible (the cold has hit the Midwest!). There's also a whole lot of relaxing, netflix-bingeing, and drool happening (maybe some tattooing... shh), so there's that.

All in all, I'm happy this step for him is over. I know he has a long road to go but the fact that he's sore from his surgery but not in constant throbbing pain is a bonus in my book. Trust me when I tell you it's a different kind of pain.

So basically, if anybody needs us, we'll be at home (with the exception of when I'm at work or we go to the grocery store) with each other doing as little aside from what we want as possible.