It’s Not Really A Party Unless You’re Defending Your Living Room Against The Chitauri

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Today is full of hearts and love and happiness but it goes beyond the celebration of Valentine’s Day.

Three years and a few weeks ago, I made a call to make February 14 George’s birth date.  I hated the idea, but didn’t have a lot of options.  C-sections are no joke and anyone within her right mind is going to pick a date when the best doctor in the practice is on duty.  That date happened to be Valentine’s Day.

I eventually warmed to the idea, convinced I was having a girl.  She’ll love her birthday!  And we’ll name her Mia Valentina!  How cute would that be?  I embraced the day, rolling into the hospital clad in a red velour sweatsuit.  But alas, I had a boy, a perfect, precious darling little guy.  And I guarantee HE won’t appreciate sharing his special day with Cupid in a few years.

But right now, George is content to share it with his fellow Avengers, Captain “Cooper” America and Lulu the Black Widow.  Cake, costumes, shields, presents and defense of our home against the Chitauri.  Life cannot possibly get any more grandiose for this three year-old.

As for our Valentine’s Day celebration?  Well, we can just table the romance for AFTER the kiddies go to bed.  =)

My MARVELous Universe

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I feel like I live in an alternate Marvel reality these days.

Depending on the mood of my three year-old George, a.k.a. Tony Stark, I’m at risk for being blown up by his repulser.  And he’s a VERY temperamental guy.

Cooper likens himself to Captain America.  He’s got a thing for shields.  Also, he doesn’t like keeping his clothes on so a second-skin suit kind of works well for him.  He’s a little whiny at times, but who can blame him?  Saving the world is pretty exhausting.  There’s also no love lost between Cap and Tony, so he gets blown up pretty often too.

Then there’s Lulu.  She could sell ice to an Eskimo.  Though she doesn’t share the pummeling skills of the Black Widow, if put in a room with her for an interrogation, you’d end up beating the crap out of yourself.  Her rhetoric is as powerful as Black Widow’s roundhouse kicks.  Trust me.

Hulk…well, he’s just LOUD.  That’s my Hubby, according to my kids.  Plus, he’s green (Hulk, not Hubby) and that’s super cool just like Dad.

Nobody’s really interested in Hawkeye.  He’s only good for shooting arrows.  But what happens when they run out?  Then what’s his thing?  Good eyesight?  Blah!  Plus, Black Widow can trounce his ass.  Who’d want to be THAT guy?  I would personally rather be Loki.  At least he’s got a scepter.

Where exactly does this leave me?  Who am I??

Well, I’m the ringleader of this crew, the glue that holds the whole mess of them together, for better or worse.  I am…wait for it…Nick Fury, who is one of the greatest strategic minds in the world, a born leader and a master of espionage.  Totally perfect fit.

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