I apologize for the picture-less post. I have taken none this week. And now as I have gone back and proof read this post, I apologize for the length as well, feel free to skim, or skip, or stop all together.
We had a relaxing Mothers Day weekend. Friday Thad brought home flowers and an entire flat of strawberries that someone brought to work. Instead of making jam, we ate them. It took all week, but we ate an entire flat of strawberries. Thad and I also went to see Iron Man 2 that night, and while I am usually not a fan of comic book movies, I love the Iron Man movies. All 12 of the Spidermans were lame, X-men, eh, only the new Batmans are any good and that might have something to do with Christian Bale, fabulous 4 or whatever they are, blah. But Iron Man was awesome.
Saturday, for my Mothers day gift, Thad offered to watch the kids while I did some shopping by myself. The novelty of that idea, by myself! I did end up taking Andi because she kept telling me she needed to help me find a bathing suit. It needed to be pink and have flowers just like hers. So I drug her all around town and she did really well. We spent the afternoon puttering around the house and cleaning because we hosted the Mothers Day shindig with Thad's family on Sunday. We BBQ'd, but right before it was time to eat some nasty clouds were rolling in, so we moved the party inside just in the nick of time. It poured while we were eating. But it was a really nice day. Andi kept bringing me random toys and saying Happy Mothers Day! And Sammy kept trying to get on the table and smell the flowers. He points at them and sniffs, and if you tell him to say flower, he sniffs.
Speaking of the children. I mentioned last week how Andi decided to get a puppy when I die. Well that's her new favorite phrase. "Mommy, when you die I'm going to. . . (fill in the blank)" Seriously, it's starting to get really irritating. Yesterday she had been asking for a milk shake all day and I kept telling her she had to wait till after dinner. So after dinner she got the milk shake and said, "Mommy, when you die I'm going to have milk shakes all the time!" A pet I understand, but wishing my death for ice cream is offensive!
Sammy is becoming a pest in his own right, a silent pest, but pesty indeed. His favorite way to bug Andi is to wait till she's totally zoned on some show and then he climbs on the couch, get's behind her and sits down. He then proceeds to push and wiggle and kick until he's knocked her off the couch, and then tries to block her from getting back on. Nice. He climbs everything, and twice has been pulled off a ladder right before he actually gets on the roof! He loves to be outside all day long. The yard is really his happy place. He loves to read books, and brings them to me all day long to read to him. A few nights ago I had read him a story and then was reading Andi her story and he decided we weren't done with his book yet. He kept shoving it in my face, and when I tossed it across the room he tried with all his might to close the book I was reading to Andi. When that didn't work, he sat on it so we couldn't see. Sam is also getting "sneaky smart." When you tell him no, or not to do something he stops, but you can see the wheels turning as he tries to find a way around the command, and he often does.
This weekend is Thad's annual camp out with his dad, and they left yesterday morning. So I went and had a girls night and saw Letters to Juliet. It was fabulous. There are chick flicks, and then there are timeless romantic movies like Pride and Prejudice. I could watch P&P over and over and never get tired of it and still get that fluttery happily ever after feeling at the end of it. Letters to Juliet is on the P&P level and will be living in my media cabinet when it comes out on DVD.
So we have been having a bit of a struggle lately coming to a decision about something. Okay, maybe I'm having the internal struggle and Thad is rolling his eyes at me, but whatever. We have been talking about adding on to our bedroom/bathroom since we bought the house almost 3 years ago. Last year we were talking about it seriously and then Thad lost his job. Once he got his new job we started making plans and were just waiting till the spring for better weather and tax returns. Now that the funds are in place and we could really jump in to the project, I'm not sure. Don't get me wrong, I've dreamed of this mater suite complete with walk in closet and jacuzzi tub, and built in book shelves under arches on either side of my window seat for some time now. But do you know how many other things we could do with the money we've saved?(Take a Real trip, pay off my car) Or how much time Thad is going to have to put in to this, that he really doesn't have? All of a sudden my bigger bedroom fund seems like much more of a want than I really thought and I'm trying to think of ways to make our current bedroom/bathroom function better. Not that there is much to be done with our miniature bathroom. There will always be a house project in the works no matter where we live, because that's just the way we are, I just don't know if we should do this one now or not. Ugh! And now you can all see Thad's eyes rolling at me can't you?