Category Archives: Family

Getting the M.R.S.

Things I didn’t know about marriage before I was married:

  • Changing my name would be hard emotionally
  • When Mark says he is thirsty and doesn’t get up to get a drink, that really means “Honey, will you go get me a drink”
  • I melt every single time Mark introduces me as his wife
  • When I yell, “FOLLOW THAT FIRE TRUCK!!” he will. Later he will return to the scene of the fire so I can see all the damage.
  • Marriage didn’t fix anything , but somehow it made finding solutions much easier.
  • I  feel safe to share all the deep dark feelings I have with Mark. Things I didn’t know I would ever tell anyone.
  • I want kids and not just because I “should have them” but because creating a family with Mark will be an exciting journey.

What’s mine is mine…what’s yours is mine

“So which car is mine?” I asked one day after Jessica referred to the vehicle I have been making payments on for the past 4 years which she now drives, as hers.

“Don’t you know anything? What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine?” Jessica replied.

I recently discovered that this this saying also applies not only to cars, but to both closet and bathroom space as well. This discovery comes from having gone from being the single occupant of an apartment, to being the cohabitant of what’s now HER apartment.

Now I know the men out there are probably cheering, and saying things like, “You tell them,” or “You go man!” However, I know that us men are just as possessive, and have just as much “stuff,” if not more, than women. I can attest to this as I have been spending my free time this week cleaning and organizing OUR apartment.

Yeah I may be outnumbered in the bathroom, but I think I win in the other rooms. Especially with two bikes, a 10ft kayak, scuba equipment, etcetera. That’s just the short list from what was once my “bachelor pad.” but I think you get the picture. In fact, I would like to emphasize that I referred to the apartment as OURS earlier, and I truly do regard everything as OURS, and not just the apartment.

This phrase has just become one of our many little inside jokes that we share, and laugh at when we are together. Merging our “stuff” together has actually been fun, and is just part of merging our lives together. However, don’t let Jessica fool you, she loves the plasma TV just as much as I do.

No, We Aren’t Pregnant

Last night as Mark and I took a leisurely stroll after dinner. We talked about our future, our dreams, ending on the topic of our future children. When we first got together we agreed that two was the perfect number of children. One girl and one boy. We hadn’t figured our if our girl or boy would be first, but we had time to do that. We would never be out numbered. If we were alone with the kids our hands would always equal the number of kids, meaning we could control any situation. We were confident that two was the right number for us. One boy, Mark Winston Przybyla, III, nickname undecided. One Girl, Eleanor Joy*, Elle-Joy** for short. (I have long known that I wanted my first daughter to be named after my sister…yeah, I know it is a stretch… but work with me here!).

Since Mark and I have gotten married we have felt strongly that we should be open to more children. We both feel that if children agree with us and we with them then, yes, we will have more, as many as feels right. As of now neither of us can imagine more then four, but thankfully we don’t have to make these hard family planning decisions yet.

While we were walking I told Mark that we only have the two names picked out but we have been discussing more then two children. Meaning we need to get on naming those fictional children of ours, or else…. or else they will come here and we STILL won’t have names for them. I will be the bad mother that refers to her children as numbers. NUMBERS, MARK, NUMBERS!!  I can’t be that kind of mother! Mark has learned that when I start hyperventilating about the trials of our future family it is faster and easier to solve said fictional future problem then to give me the ol’ “we will cross that bridge when we get there” line. Mark starts to suggest names.

“Bartholomew?”

“Bart? No!!”

“Well nothing like George… or anything that boring”

“I could do George, if his middle name is Washington.”

“Abraham Lincoln?”

“Next thing you know we will be naming our next son John Adams. No, too citchy. We aren’t doing any citchy family names!!”

“Ok, how about Homer?”

“No! NO SIMPSON’S NAMES!!”

“Zedekiah”

“I’m OK with biblical names but normal ones: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John…”

“The Acts? Romans?”

“NO!! NO!! What about Zion? Or Noah?”

“…” Mark totally bored

“No, Noah is too trendy. How about Judah? Or Trent? Or Jacob? Or Michael after my dad? Or….”

“…”

“I really like the name Sylar, but can we really name our son after the villain in Heroes?”

“No one will even remember Heroes by the time we have children.”

So God, we are letting you decide, do you want us to name our second son after the villain from Heroes, or do you want to give us daughters?

*We call dibs on Eleanor Joy

**Dibs on Elle-Joy too