It's five o'clock and I'm in the post-nap fog. I have a caffeine headache because I never had my tea this morning, but to have it now would mean I would go to bed very late. But you know what? It sounds really good, so I'm gonna have to make some.
Hold on a sec.
Okay, I'm back. In those six minutes I also cleaned the kitchen - score!
Mom and I are officially obsessed with Melissa. Every time we talk, she's the main topic of conversation. We know that she and the team of Compassion Bloggers made it to Kolkata. I can't even imagine how tired they are. I'm really looking forward to reading her first post.
Here's what we did this weekend. On Friday we got to have dinner with Rusty and Emily from our Sunday school class. Rusty grilled steaks for us and they were amazing. They have an 20-month-old boy who is incredibly darling and makes me miss Baby Jackson in his footie pajamas. Emily speaks Spanish with their son and it's so charming.
Speaking of Baby Jackson, my friend Amber was in town last week and we got to see her and her boys. Her oldest, Titus, used to refer to our son as Baby Jackson. He could not wrap his sweet head around the fact that 3-year-old Jackson was the same as Baby Jackson. He said, "Mama, that is not Baby Jackson." So funny. Upon their first meeting, he was quite taken with Annabeth and told his mommy he wanted to pray for her. How sweet is that? Jayk Altic also prays for her. If we had betrothals in our culture I would be so happy.
(Headache's already gone. Thank you, PG Tips.)
Saturday morning we went to a birthday party in a park. It was a great time. The birthday girl's family brought a little potty to the pavilion, which was an awesome idea and also so funny. Partying with preschoolers is a totally different ballgame.
Annabeth and I spent the rest of the day with my mom. We got some summer clothes for Jackson and had a snack at Einstein Bros. Bagels. Then we hung out with dad until it was time for me to go home.
That evening I came across a ragdoll cat that was the spitting image of the one I grew up with. I had Grayson from before Kindergarten until age 21. She was some kind of old when she passed. She was really ornery but so beautiful and with fur as soft as a rabbit's. For some reason I've really been longing to have another cat, but I realized I just want her back. So it was nice to pet that little ragdoll cat and remember what Grayson was like. Don't be fooled because in the great Moore tradition of ridiculous nicknames, we never called that cat Grayson. She was known as Sthune. I won't even try to explain that one.
This morning we went to church. I thought we were going to be so late that I suggested we just go have breakfast and then go to the service. Somehow we made it happen though and we made it to Sunday school before the teaching started. I sent a bottle with Annabeth and got to enjoy church without interruption. On the way home we were too tired to deal with going out to lunch, so we just ordered a pizza. Then I took my nap while my very generous husband stayed up with our two sleepless children. Of all days! Annabeth is seriously resisting the Sandman today. Except for two 10 minute segments of sleep, she has been awake since noon. It is now 8:22 (this post has taken me forever to write). Good grief, little woman! Give it up!
Y'all, I just had to ask my husband to please turn off Phineas and Ferb. Jackson is not awake. Why does my man like cartoons? There are MANY worse things to watch, but I need a break from cartoon music. I should not have to listen to that stuff after the sun goes down. For reals!