Friday, November 23, 2012

I Am Winning At All The Things

Can I get a what what?? Thanks for that one Erica

Today the Nub finished his applesauce, pushed the bowl towards me and said "Mom, I totally killed it", and I realized that I am truly winning at motherhood and life because my kid is awesome. 

My birthday happened. Yeah, I'm 31. I bought myself several things from the Target and felt good about it because I am wise and seasoned and I know where they hide all of the clearance items in the home goods section. My in-laws got me new dishes for my kitchen and I was totally excited about it which means I have successfully crossed the chasm from young and hip to tragic and turtlenecks with seasonal sweaters. You know what I'm talking about, so does your 3rd grade teacher. Unless that teacher is in Utah because most of the teachers in Utah are like 22 and still pretty attractive... until they teach for a year or two and realize the state of Utah pays them as much as the average parking attendant makes anywhere else and they go and get married and pop out a few kids instead or leave for greener pastures. The future is bright for the children of Utah! But really, thanks teachers who stick around, you guys are heroes. 

Did you have a happy Thanksgiving? I still haven't stopped eating and it's starting to get gross, there's just so much bloat. I've worn leggings for 2 days straight because zippers are the enemy. Also, I finally got to see the new Bond movie (in my leggings of course) and it did not disappoint. Not one bit.

My eyes are starting to go crossed because I forgot my glasses at Connie's house yesterday where I was trying to read a book after dinner and then realized that was stupid because I had an open invitation to nap at will, which is when I set them all on top of the piano and did just that. Tomorrow I have to wake up early and bake something for the annual "Thanksgiving 2 days after Thanksgiving" family party that pretty much I can't wait to attend.

Or can I.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Past My Bedtime

It's 12:59 a.m. Saturday morning right now. I just finished my work for the night after a late viewing of Sense and Sensibility (Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Kate Winslet, Hugh Grant? YES). I can't pay Paul to watch period romantic dramas with me, which I fail to understand. Who doesn't love movies about people who have nothing to do but sit around and pine for each other while only bathing like once a month and riding their horses across the English countryside and cross-stitching pastoral scenery in their spare time? Seriously, I find it riveting and he should too, but nay. Weird. So when he fell asleep in the Nub's bed after reading him stories tonight, I took full advantage of my decidedly lady friendly dvd collection that I hardly ever get to watch. He's still snoring away up there, who wants to take bets they wake up next to each other in the morning all surprised and like what the crap are you doing here? It's cute. They're both cute. Seriously. The Nub has one of the juiciest little faces on the planet and truly the sweetest demeanor to match. He is genuine and snuggly, funny and earnest, and delightfully profound. Why has no one ever told me that 4 year old boys are the secret to all things happy in life? 

His brother on the other hand, while equally juicy and snuggly - I really lucked out in the snuggler department I tell you - will be the one to give me mass amounts of grey hair and likely a stroke before I turn 40. If the past 2 years are any indication of the future, I am batting down the hatches and girding my loins for whatever lies ahead. He is my unintentional, bull-in-a-china-shop, handsome little bowling ball, home wrecking tornado. And I love him, especially when he stands on my driveway and catches the first snowflakes of the season on his tongue. What a dandy boy my Connie would say, and I would have to agree.

Birthday Week starts Sunday. I know you've been waiting with baited breath all year for this annual event. I can hardly believe it's here myself. Friday birthdays are best, it's been awhile since I had one of those. The Nub has big plans for a birthday cake, and I for one, can't wait. 

Happy weekend friends. I'll see you here again soon.