It's that time of year when everyone in Texas and all over the South gets to deal with bugs. Lots of them. So yesterday I had to call the Orkin Man. He was supposed to arrive between 10 and 12 today and what time did he get here? 2:45. It would not have been that big of a deal except they told me I needed to leave my house, along with my pets, for 3 or 4 hours after the treatment. Beckham went to work with Curtis and it was his happiest day. Bill roamed around and hissed at the neighbor's cat. I planned for Jackson to be at mother's day out while I found somewhere to plug in my laptop and work. Not so much. He was home from mother's day out, having rejected his nap due to an undetected dirty diaper, before the Orkin Man arrived. Great. So now I have a tired and cranky baby to entertain for 3 or 4 hours outside the home. I AM SO NOT PAYING FOR THIS! After proclaiming that very statement to the Orkin man when he called me for the second time saying he'd be late, I managed to get $30 off our treatment. Go me! Mr. Orkin arrived wearing a Texas A&M ball cap, so I couldn't stay mad at him.
Another reason I couldn't stay in a bad mood? My precious, adorable son flirted with me all day long. He started making eyes at me in his highchair this morning and continued to sweet talk me until I put him in his crib tonight. It certainly wasn't because I was looking like a cute young mom. It was an air-dried hair day gone bad. If he smiled at me once with big blinking eyes, he did it five thousand times. It was possibly my favorite day of motherhood. I need to remember that tomorrow when he is making a scene at Gymboree.
We spent our pest control exile at the mall. Get this...my son slept in his stroller. HE SLEPT IN HIS STROLLER! For an hour! People, that has not happened in a year. God was having mercy on me. After he woke up we shared some pretzel sticks and bought Daddy a new hat from American Eagle that he looks really good in. Too bad he will not be caught dead in it outside this house.
Later we picked up Curtis and headed to a park. This park had sand instead of pebbles and we let Jackson go nuts in it. Curt buried Jackson's legs and made them look two feet long. I absolutely hate that I didn't have my camera. Jacks must have gotten a little sand in his mouth because he ralphed on his dad on the way to the car. I'm sure all the other parents were dying laughing at our naivete. They knew exactly what was coming when that fist inevitably made its way into the mouth.
Here's my little man in his new Nick and Nora sock monkey pajamas from Super Target. I went there for the first time last night and let me just say, it IS super. In my memories of that great, indeed super, experience, I am choosing to exclude the moment the cashier asked me to sign up for a Target card. When I said no, she replied, "Well if you do I get a $5 gift card." Really? Does my Crown financial peace mean that little to you? I'll stop now. Here's the boy.
He asked for the mohawk! I swear!