lovingly suggestive. (I might be pushing it with that description. I realize that.) Well, I married a very easy going man. Calm. Solid as a rock, self assured, quiet and relaxed. A guy who handles stress with the greatest of ease, always with a smile on his face. And he picked me- his polar opposite, in nearly ever way. He's this big easy guy, and I'm a little fire ball of feisty. He smiles and lets me have my way a lot, because truthfully if it was some big earth shattering decision, I'd never make it without his input anyway so it works. I'm talking about all the little things, like decorating choices. That sort of thing. But one area the man has not and I daresay will never budge and let me boss him, is his wardrobe. (Truthfully I do love this about him. I wouldn't want a man I could push around all over the place anyway. I married a man, not a piece of wilty lettuce!) However... when he came out with a hockey jersey on this morning, I honestly said, "Really? You just woke up this morning and thought, 'Today I'm wearing this.' "
And yes. Yes, he did.
He looked down at me, and gave me the "Hey little miss bossy, you'd better back down" look. And then said, "It's hockey season." So for that... please know I had nothing to do with his clothing today. Not that I ever do.
liquid sunshine today. Both kiddos got up this morning and climbed into our tiny, queen-sized bed with Adrain and I, and as squirming elbows began to irritate everyone, I hopped out and suggested donuts! So we bundled up and braved the blowing rain, to go find some gluten free donuts.
Bloggers are taking over the world. Everyone knows that. Silly man.
very small, almost pathetic looking "donuts." They gazed longingly at the big case and then back to the gluten free case and finally... up at me.
I felt like a person doling out prizes at a carnival booth filled with over sized, impossible-to-win items. "You can have any of the prizes in this six inches of space right here. Basically you can have this pencil or this lollypop."
We agreed that Adrain should have a regular donut. He chose some massive concoction with pineapple in it. And in spite of his loud wardrobe choice, we felt he was quite deserving of this treat, for all the times he chokes down gluten free food alongside us, with nary a complaint.Somehow, we managed to inhale them all in a matter of seconds. JJ looked up at me and said, "Mine's already gone..." in a sad, almost pathetic little voice. I laughed and pointed out that if it wasn't for the shop making gluten free donuts in the first place, we wouldn't have been able to get any at all. He quickly nodded in agreement, but I'm pretty sure he'd have eaten about five more, given the chance. We seem to be at a "always hungry" stage of life with our boy. I hear this is quite normal and going to get increasingly worse with time. The good news... I love feeding people, so I'll have an opportunity to soak this up.
when I feed my hoodlums sugar. Okay, this might have more to do with his Sensory Processing Disorder than sugar... but I'm pretty sure the sugar encourages it. Also. I want this child's abs. Isn't he the cutest thing on the planet?
"Fleur de Sel" by Sherwin Williams. I loathe room painting.. but it needs to be done and JJ's room re-do is scheduled for this week, and I want the painting knocked out first.
Also, yes, our house selling situation is still up in the air. But to be honest, I've put this off for the last few years and unless something wild happens this week, I'm betting we'll be off the market by next weekend, prepared to stay a while. Life is too up in the air right now, and we feel more and more strongly, that until we know more... we need to stay put and wait. Again.
So weird, but I'm oddly okay with that.
How are you guys doing?