Great
I made a Mexican casserole (which a co-worker and I call The Casserole) last night, and I made it full fat. We're talking regular cheese, regular soup with WHOLE milk and regular tortillas. It was creamy and cheesy and gone in about 20 minutes.
E slept until 8:45am on Sunday. It was my morning to get up with him and I couldn't even believe my good luck. Such a thing has never happened before.
Swimming at the pool yesterday and, while on break, E tore it up with his concession stand lunch. Like his mom, he's hard put to turn away a freshly grilled cheeseburger with ketchup.
The wedding we attended on Saturday night had a candy bar. Love!
Only one month until mega-family vacation. Am super excited.
Good
Crazy productive projects done around the house this weekend--blinds hung in E's room, lots o' gardening, new toilet part, laundry galore.
E's little body sucks up the sun like nothing I've ever seen. Despite being slathered in SPF 60 whenever we go outside, the creases in his arm and leg rolls are distinctly lighter.
The best, most uncomfortable exchange ever witnessed in a Blockbuster where the customer confirmed that he picked out that particular movie because "it said on the back that it was 'sexy'! I love sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!" I may have snort laughed while waiting in line.
Suck
"The International" with Clive Owen. Ugh. I bailed after only an hour.
This week's US Weekly--bleak news week, apparently.
My hair is in a jenky growing out phase which T confirmed kind of looks like the business-up-front, party-in-the-back.
2 comments:
How in God's name did you get your child to sleep until 8:45 on a Sunday morning? Because that is like winning the $358 million lotto or something. OR BETTER.
Sorry about the mullet. Just think, your hair will go through the falling-out stage and then the 1" chunk stage again when you get pregnant! Oh, wait, was that not supportive? :-)
ummm, that casserole sounds soooo good.
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