A Look Into the Lazy Life I've Been Living...

Last night, while lying in bed, I told Jesse that we would be eating vegetables today. I don't remember eating a single vegetable since Sunday. Mostly, I just remember eating treats.

This morning, I asked Oliver what he would like to do today. He said, "Umm...we could play on the playground today. It would be super fun!" Like I needed convincing... Ok, so I usually need convincing to go to the playground. Or outside.

I have to clean up today. While Andre was here, I asked him to do chores. He rocked at them. And since I didn't want him to feel like he was the only one doing any work, I did chores too. Well now Andre is gone *sniff* and I'm pretty sure my house is in shambles. I guess I wouldn't know, as I've been spending all my time in bed watching Downton Abbey while my short free trial of Amazon Prime still works. 

I have to update my budget book today. I don't even want to talk about it.

I really really really would like to go to JoAnn's today and find a project to start. I haven't made anything in months, and I'm starting to get the sewing/crafting itch. But that's last on the list, because you don't get to start a craft when you can't even find your kitchen table. And you can't buy craft supplies when you haven't checked your budget. And you can't deny your kid the playground when he's assured you that it will be super fun. You just can't ok.

But you should always eat vegetables.

Yeah. I'll get right on that...

5

Today was our fifth wedding anniversary.

Some frequencies for our fifth year:

Five years means...
60 months
260 weeks
1820 days
1 child
3 states
3 cars
6 apartments
and so on and so forth...

This last year was probably our hardest yet, and we still really like each other when you get down to it, which is good news for the future.

In my dreams, we spent our anniversary in Philadelphia seeing the Liberty Bell and pretending to be Rocky.

In real life, we spent our anniversary apart. Jesse surprised Andre with a trip to Six Flags to ride roller coasters and hang out with Wonder Woman, because he's cool like that, and my mom is generous.

I stayed home with Oliver and ordered black out curtains for all of the bedroom windows in the house. Happy anniversary to me!

Tomorrow we will eat some Tuxedo Mousse cake that we picked up for the occasion, and look forward to another year of marital bliss...and some intensely awesome sleep in some intensely dark rooms.

3

Oliver is 3 years old!

At 3 years old, this silly boy loves being funny, reading books, watching tv, making up nonsense words, and getting out of the house! He plays with trucks and trains every single day, and loves to talk about dinosaurs. He loves his family, and flying on airplanes.

We got to celebrate the big boy's birthday with Chad and Andre, who are both in town.

We had pizza, root beer, chocolate cake, and a big pile of presents!

Oliver's Short Lived Swearing Habit

Oliver picked up a little swearing habit for a few days this summer.

His word of choice?

Dammit.

It was first heard while playing in the sprinklers.

My mom said she thought she heard it. I didn't believe her. I'm constantly forgetting that she is always right.

He next used the word while at Grandma Childs' house eating pineapple sherbet. He lost a spoonful of it on the table in front of him and very calmly said, "Dammit, I dropped my ice cream."

I laughed inside, and then had a talk with him about good words and bad words. I think we've got things under control again.

Did you know there is National Doughnut Day?

I love doughnuts a lot.

Imagine my surprise when I learned that there was a National Doughnut Day...

I almost missed out completely, but as soon as I heard about it, I piled Heather, Andre, and Oliver into the car (way past Ollie's bedtime) so that we could partake in the grand affair...

One trip to Fresh Market later and we had ourselves a bunch of delicious doughnuts and a new summer theme song: Can't Hold Us. You should see the moves Heather taught Andre and Oliver in the car...

Picking My Battles

I have to "pick my battles" a lot with Oliver. He is a very determined fellow. He doesn't have an opinion about everything, but when he does, watch out!

Today he emerged from his room with bright orange socks instead of the white that I asked for. When it became clear that he wasn't going to change his mind, I decided to just go with it.

They're only socks, after all.