Wrestle Me!

Wrestling with my husband is one of my favorite past times. (OK everyone, mind out of the gutter, this is CLEAN wrestling I'm talking about!) We haven't done it for a while though because of my C-section. Tonight he was on his way to Lake Powell with his dad for a little fishing trip and I got a wild hair and crawled over and just was hugging him and then we ended up rolling around on the floor (he having me pinned of course because he is bigger and stronger than me) and all three kids on top of him. Oh my, that is what memories are made of! I wish we had a video of that one. Luckily Sabryna was a nice girl and moved Ryver a safe distance away, and she watched in awe and wonder. She was quite enthralled I think. :) We only had one injury too, when I was trying to tickle his neck with my toes and Daisy got her finger jammed. Why do kids think they can wrestle with the big wigs? They always end up getting hurt! Anyway after sandpaper face rubbing and face licking and zurburting, I am pooped and smiling. It's been way too long, and we need to roll around on the floor together (G-Rated) more often! The kids get a kick out of it and so do I...but I need to win just a little. Next time for sure! He's in for it and he doesn't even know it.... bua ha ha ha!