It’s so, so very sunny and warm here right now. Amazing weather. Awesome. Wonderful.
Brag, brag, brag, brag, brag.
I’m still working at the TV station on Sundays, though, so even though Sunday was beautiful, I pretend it sucked. (It was gray, rainy and cold! Totally. Was.)
And we got things done! And spent time outside! And Tom got his first sandbox!
Oh the trouble I’m in now…
Here are some bits of our weekend. (Minus dreary, terrible Sunday.)
Tom tried spaghetti for the first time. Why the first time? His mommy is a weirdo and didn’t think of it before. He liked it okay. (In this instance “okay” means “OH-MY-GOD-HE-FREAKING-LOVED-IT!!!!” or something like that.)
Huck is pretty sure it’s warm enough for chipmunk-hunting-season, also known as the season when I say, “Run chipmunk!” at least once a day. (Huck HATES when I warn the chipmunks, by the way. He says he doesn’t care how cute they are.)
Baby items got moved to the basement. Not my basement, mind you, but some loving grandparents’ basement. I’m so gonna miss these baby toys! I think I’m going to miss every toy that doesn’t involve 200 pounds of sand.
I explained to Tom that these holly leaves hurt. “Ouch!” I said. I made an icky ouch face so he’d really understand. I went over this with him a minimum of 15 times. Then I put him down on the ground. This is him “understanding” my warnings. Me thinks I’m in big trouble, people. Big.