…when I hear this song. I like the Montgomery Gentry version of it, but nothing beats some Robert Earl Keen.
Feliz Navidad, y’all.
my son came bursting into our bedroom this morning.
“mom, i just went pee and you know what?”
with one eye open & the rest of me snuggled nice and warm in our new 700 thread count sheets & fuzzy blanket {i love you, target}, i replied, “um…what son?”
“you know the bubbles?”
“what bubbles?”
“the bubbles you make when you pee.”
“um, okay…”
“mine just made the shape of south america.”
such is life with a very imaginative six year old boy in the house…i just hope he flushed & washed his hands.
we went to target today {it was my 3rd trip since friday morning} and on our way out i stopped at starbucks to replace one of our “to go” mugs that was broken yesterday AND to get me a little pick-me-up. i settled for a venti peppermint white mocha frappucino – no whip. as we were leaving target, i asked aidan if he wanted a sip of my drink.
“um, no thank, mom. it’s coffee.”
“yeah, you’re right son. it’s coffee. and you probably don’t need any.”
“no, adults drink coffee, mom. it’s what keeps them awake. if they don’t drink coffee, then they have to sleep for a few more hours.”
so true, son, so true.
Thanksgiving came & went and now I’m reeling in the aftermath of leftovers, cleaning {again!} and bouts of laziness. I’ll blame the laziness on the leftover turkey.
We had the most wonderful Thanksgiving. We celebrated with friends whom we consider family. This was the first year that Adam & I did not spend any time with our own families. Everyone was either out of town or working. It was nice to have friends {and even some family of friends} stop by for some food, fellowship & fun. Even better was the fact that our meal was sort of done “pot luck” style…we just split the responsibilities amongst ourselves. Everything turned out great. Naturally, we got stuck with the leftovers & Thanksgiving dinner {round 2} took place this evening. Fortunately, the hubs & I have built up a tolerance to the tryptophan and are still up & running {although, the hubs DID pass out – face first, I might add – in bed shortly after 7pm last night}.
Today was a long day. I was awake by 3am – much to my dismay. Between my son’s coughing & the wind howling, I had a hard time falling back to sleep so I decided to bite the bullet and head out for some Black Friday fun. My goal was to zip into & out of Target. Zip in, I did…it just took a bit longer than I expected to zip out of Target. I managed to get the items I intended on buying {thank goodness for doorbuster deals!} and I scored a few more great finds. All in all, it was a very successful Black Friday trip for me especially considering this was the first time in a l-o-n-g time that I’ve ever gone out in the early morning hours the day after Thanksgiving.
I had to work today. The hubs did, too. But, our employer was gracious enough to allow the both of us {we work together, remember?} to only work a half day. That was a blessing in disguise considering I had two kids with me at the office! Fortunately, it was quiet and we left shortly after lunch. Adam took the kids home and I went….wait for it….back to Target. Yep. I am a glutton for punishment! I managed to get a couple more gift items & some things we needed around the house.
We’ve got a busy weekend in store. The Christmas tree & all of our holiday decorations came down from the attic this evening. The kids have matching holiday pajamas {thank you, Target, for the $5 deal!} and we will attempt to take our yearly “kids looking all cute & matchy-matchy in front of the Christmas tree” photo. I’m hoping to order our holiday cards this weekend, too. {Can you believe that I already received a Christmas card in the mail?? I’m impressed.} I am also hoping to wrap up our holiday shopping. I did some shopping online & I’m anxiously awaiting to see what Cyber Monday brings.
“Mom, mom! Come look. Frisco is shaking me. He gets on my back and just starts shaking. He’s so silly!”
I was mortified.
Poor Aidan.
And, poor anyone or anything else that he can latch his front legs around.
Such is life with a 5 month old puppy that is ready to be neutered.
{Don’t worry, the appointment will be scheduled once we get through the Thanksgiving holiday weekend.}
