at least our days seem to be getting longer and longer

When Sarah and I started dating, we didn't want to take things so seriously, so we measured our time together in month-iversaries.  Anniversary seemed pretty dire.  It was something our parents celebrated.  Month-iversaries were for cool, younger people who lived fast and had short attention spans.  We stopped thinking that when they surpassed 50.  And now, today, April 13th, we're on our 156th month-iversary.  That's a lot of goddamn gifts.  Stick with years, or decades, and you'll be just as cool as any youngster out there. 

If there was a celebration of the 156th month, it was superiority over our son, Quin.  He's been sent from the future to destroy us, but together, Sarah and I were able to defeat one of his tantrums.  He doesn't throw them all the time, but when he does he can't stop himself. He's a screeching, screaming semi truck of madness barreling towards his bewildered parents.  But tonight we stood tall, and when he didn't want to pee before going to the park, I stepped over him, grabbed his brothers (Paco and Otto) and left.  Ten minutes later he arrived with his mother.  He'd peed, and he wanted to give me a hug.  I gave Sarah five.  We cheered our victory over a two and a half year old.  To celebrate we took him to the swings, then the slides, then the bouncy dinosaurs, the jungle gym and the climbing wall.