Stuff

I’m running out of creative titles for my blog posts. Sad. And hard to believe it’s nearly the end of the month. Where does the time go? And why do I hear the music from “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends” running in my head?

So Saturday I took the baby to see The Ant Bully. It was actually a cute movie with a nice message at the end. I liked it. Had some disgusting moments. In fact, my son said, “Mom, I didn’t like that part,” about one particular scene of the movie. I think it was either the part where the kid was in the belly of the frog or hanging off the nosehair of the exterminator. Can’t remember which.

I know I was grossed out.

Anyway… note to self: NEVER give the kid red Kool-Aid. NEVER! It’s a big mistake. He was super hyper Sunday afternoon when we went to Mom’s for dinner and to hang out for a bit. Ran in circles for a good half hour. Made me tired watching him. Of course, my mother says, “He’s just being a boy.”

Yes, and he’s driving me insane. Ah well. He’s still darn cute and sweet.

I didn’t get any writing done on Saturday and Sunday but that’s okay. I spent lots of good time with my kiddo. We had a nice weekend together. Despite the fact he made me burn my fried chicken by asking for Kool-Aid over and over. Dinner wasn’t quite a disaster. Yes, I cooked again. Don’t fall out of your chair or anything. I made fried chicken tenders, peas, and the baby wanted rice. So that’s what we had. It made a huge mess and stunk up the place but it sure was a tasty meal. AND I have leftovers for lunch. WOO!

Since I was restless and so was the kiddo, we went to the mall Saturday night and just walked around for a bit. Back at home, I put him in the tub, washed and dried his hair, and then got him in bed early. He was out by 9:45 and I was snoring with a book on my chest by 10:30.

I miss my kid a lot when he’s not with me. He’s super sweet and smart and has the beginnings of a very creative side. I love that about him. His imagination is in full force right now and I love watching and listening to him. That little voice is precious.

It was a good weekend. We had a very nice time. And I have an 8:30 meeting this morning. I need lots of :coffee:

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.