Sunday, March 30, 2008
What a long, busy week *that* was. I just moments ago got Seth to lay down for the night. Lie down? Lay down. Grammar Police! His new thing now is to give me about eight minutes and then call, utterly pathetically, "Mommy...I need you to take care of me!" Which is code for "I want to sleep in your bed and kick you in the kidneys all night." And my coworkers wonder why I shuffle around and yawn all day now.
We had company for lunch today, as previously mentioned. And yes, I got the house cleaned, and no, A-M, you're NOT company. And if you're not careful, you won't be for Quite Some Time. I cooked a brisket, as requested, and it was tough and disappointing. All the barbecue sauce in the world couldn't have helped that slab of meat. Bleah.
Where DID the rest of the weekend, go, tho? How is it already 9:00 pm on Sunday night? How can I POSSIBLY already have to go back to what I lovingly refer to as The Bog of Eternal Stench? I was on my way in the other day, headed west on College, and could see our building looming in the distance. On the radio, as tho through divine intervention, a song started playing ... "Highway to Hell." Singularly well-timed. God, I hate my job.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Busy week here. Brian took three of the steers to Warrensburg this morning, and has a volleyball game tonight. He's taking Lacey to a concert on Friday night, her birthday present. Sunday we're having her birthday dinner at our house, so I'll be cleaning like a mad woman on Saturday. Occasional company is good, gets the house clean. :o)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Not a great picture, but you can see the tooth he chipped on Valentine's Day. No, not kissing some icky girl. He crashed into another kid in the cafeteria at preschool.
He fell asleep in the chair!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I said, "We don't have any left."
"You could go to the store and buy some more."
"No, I can't this morning, we don't have time."
"I could go with you."
"Not this morning, sweetie, we just don't have time."
He thinks about it for a second.
"Actually, Daddy could go!"
Never heard him use "actually" before. Plus, I like his logic. Made me laugh out loud. :o)
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
He's also writing his name by himself now. It is just SO amazing, watching him grow and learn so much, every day. Brian, of course, is just waiting for him to be big enough to mow the lawn. :o)
What else. Plans are underway for our five-year anniversary weekend next month, and we're also already planning our days for when we'll be in Key West, in November. Dolphins and glass-bottomed boats are of primary interest. We're all really looking forward to that trip. Not least because it'll be November, and we'll be in Key West for a week.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Just popping back in to say I found a new singer I really like, Sara Bareilles, and her single "Love Song" is totally, um ... listenable. (How *does* a 37-year-old go on about a song without sounding like a 22-year-old?) Go to YouTube and watch "Sara Bareilles Love Song On The Radio For The First Time!!" It's fun, and genuine, and the song is really good. Great. Totally rad. Like, totally.
Who here thinks it would be a good idea, after a full day of throwing up, to feed a three-year-old bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Chinese food for lunch?
I got a call after lunch today, "Seth had a relapse." No kidding! Bacon for breakfast? He threw up five times yesterday!!
Men. At least I wasn't there to clean it up.
I'd consider it an unqualified Good Day except that he was also sick all day, threw up four or five times. So it was also a Bad Day. Now I'm just waiting to see how long before I get sick, too. I consider it an Inevitability.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
But ... isn't there something self-indulgent and ridiculous about getting a pedicure? I mean, really. We got a foot spa as a wedding present. Brian would rub my back for me, if I asked. I got a pedicure set last year for my birthday, so I have the tools at hand. I have forty-leven different kinds of lotions here, and several tres chic colors of polish. I could *totally* give myself a pedicure ... that is, if I felt like having the polish on my toes look like a baboon put it on for me. That part I don't do very well. So is that enough to justify making the drive and forking over the $50 for the pedicure?
Enh. I'm not really trying to be philosophical here. I'll let you decide.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I read a lot.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Here, I had asked Seth to smile for me, so that I might have some pictures to put in the Valentines we were mailing to the grandparents. This is one of, let's say, eight or nine shots I took that evening. This was about as close as we got to a real smile. The Valentines went out sans photographs. I swear to god, he's Calvin. All he needs is a stuffed tiger.
Brian and Seth. My handsome boys. How'd I get so lucky?!?
Modeling the new hat and mittens we bought. May be the sole piece of evidence that we even owned this set ... he's certainly never agreed to put them on again. Why are toddlers so @#$%*& stubborn?!?
I also need to get my chubby, lazy ass on the treadmill again. We're celebrating our five-year anniversary next month. I've got my 20 year high school reunion to go to this summer. And then we're going to Key West for a week in November. So I've got three excellent reasons -- aside from the painfully obvious one of how big I'm getting -- to get back in better shape again. But here I sit. Typing.
Some people are pro football players. I am a procrastinator.