I wanted to post this because I didn't want to forget it. It was just one of those moments when something sad turned into something really funny. Tanner and I went to "Color Me Mine" for a date night when we were newly married and made mugs. They turned out so cute and so I loved displaying them in our home. It reminded me of our fun date night and I thought we were going to have these mugs forever... yup no I was wrong. It wasn't even a child who ended up breaking one of them... it was me! :( I had them displayed on a shelf in the kitchen acting as bookends (I put rocks in them to make them heavier). Well today I went outside to put the mail in the mailbox and when I returned, Tanner's mug was shattered on the cement floor, and the cookbooks were sprawled everywhere on the counter. The shatter was so loud that it woke up Chloe. Just imagine this scene... Baby crying, Tanner's mug shattered on the floor, and me crying. My emotions are really whacky right now with a new baby and changes in my life that I lost it. I started nursing Chloe to calm her down all the while crying about the broken mug. Then Tanner just starts laughing.... which then makes me laugh. I almost felt like those mugs were our "love fern" (watch "how to loose a guy in 10 days" to know what I'm talking about). I realized that it was just a silly mug and that there will be plenty of more dishes to break in the near future I'm sure. It was just a snap shot moment in my life where laughing is the perfect cure to a broken mug.