It's Gonna Be a Good Day

The foot isn't broken.  The wrists are healing.  The tummy survived the day.  The boy ate his breakfast at home, and the girl got on the bus (amazing what a good night's sleep will do for you).

Sam and Junie and I have already been on our walk for the day--man, both Junie and I are out of shape.  We sounded like two old ladies climbing those hills.  I should be potty-training Sam.  But.  He's such a crank.  Don't know if I have the nerves to approach it yet.  But he's sleeping in a big boy bed.  One transition at a time, right?

Now ... for some book reading and some laundry and some dishes and some filing.  Yeah, we live a highly exciting life.

Just a Little Rant

(I will promise I will return to my regularly scheduled cheerfulness tomorrow.)

I am supposed to be potty training the little man this week.

But.

Caleb has a stomach ache.  Lizzi's foot needs x-rays (she kicked a wall).  Hannah's wrists are pretty bruised up (she fell on the deck at swim practice).  Sariah is refusing to go to school without a fight.  Rex skipped breakfast in an attempt to eat school breakfast.  My kitchen needs a massive cleaning.  As does the rest of my house.  I have all this free time now that the kids are at school.

But.

And Sam.  Well, I don't think he approves of this idea.  We are going to have to find some serious motivation for this.

On Husbands and BFFs

This shall be an insight into why my husband doesn't buy me flowers (very often) and why my BFF does buy me flowers (on occasion).

Today, the FedEx guy delivered a beautiful birthday bouquet to my doorstep (I feel like I should add for a bouncing baby boy to that just to keep up that alliteration).  They had probably sat there for a certain amount of time since that punk FE guy didn't knock the door, so they were a little wilty looking (although the packaging assured me--correctly--that the flowers would perk up with water).

Bob:  Who is sending you flowers?

Me (with a shrug): I don't know.  It must be my secret admirer.

Bob:  Well, I hope they put my name on it.

And then, Bob: Oh, it's Tiffany.  [For some reason, he really likes to pick on her....]  Why would someone send you dead-looking flowers?

And more Bob:  Oh wait, they were already dead when they bought them, like as soon as they cut the stems.  Why would you buy someone dead flowers?

When we were first married, this really disturbed me, because I like to receive flowers.  Even if they are (technically) dead.  Fortunately, I have a BFF (best friend forever) who will buy me (technically) dead flowers on a special occasion, and I can appreciate my husband's logical appreciation for the symbolics of gift giving.

And no, you did not just hear me snort or snicker.  I appreciate my husband's thoughtfulness, especially since he did bring me all sorts of chocolate & peanut butter (together) for my birthday.  What more can a husband do, right?

Sam's Favorite Store

Sam's favorite store is Publix, obviously because he gets to drive a truck around while we are shopping. He also wants you to note his awesome stickers from the doctor's office and the checkout lady.  He's so cute!