About Marty & Rob

Think about this for a minute.

You have a moderately large family staying with you and your already big family of 7 for the 4 day Thanksgiving weekend.
Not only that, but they had invited themselves to your house for the holiday.

They swear this was an accident.

The family arrives and immediately completely takes over your house.  Their stuff is everywhere and your nice, perfectly clean and well put-together home suddenly looks like a post apocalyptic war zone.  Every surface is now covered with something.  Jackets, shoes, wallets, baby wipes, cups, toys, games, cards, kids.

And the noise level…

That’s the first day.

Then, on the second day the unthinkable happens.

The second night they are at your house one of their kids throws up.
Very loudly.
At 2:30am.
Over and over again.

And for the next 3 days this bug continues to go through 5 members of their family of 9.
Nothing is safe from potential explosion.

Are you still thinking about this?

We are the family of nine in this story. Our friends, Marty & Rob are the hosts.

Let me tell you something.
Not only did Marty not show a hint of being uncomfortable in this predicament, but she made sure my non-sick kids were fed when I was dealing with a sick child. She washed our puke covered dirty laundry. She cleaned up the kitchen, washed dishes, and poured many cups of water for my kids when I was too tired from sleepless nights to stand up again.

She had coffee ready.  With plenty of pumpkin spice creamer.

Then she called me things like “heroic” and lifted my spirits when I was covered in my 22 month old’s regurgitated curdled milk.

Marty could not have been more convincing of her heroism had she leapt a tall building in a single bound. How many other people could find it in themselves to be that gracious? And show that grace so effortlessly? Especially when her pretty couch was suddenly coated in something very foul…

Rob, the third awesomest according to Sam(3), did his part as the good host, too. While Marty and I dealt with the kids, food, and reappearing food, Rob made repeated runs to Walmart, taking my husband with him. This was very helpful in two ways. Not only were Marty and I pleased to have spur-of-the-moment go-getters ready and willing to run to the store at our every whim, but this also kept the men from going completely insane in the midst of rapidly firing children.

Marty and Rob have proven their stellar hosting skilz. Both took everything that happened in stride, as if it was all a normal part of everyday life.

And then they said my blog was funny.

I just love these guys.

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