Annabeth is now 8 weeks old and we're not-so-slowly returning to the land of the living. It's good but shocking to my system! I kind of have to fight a natural tendency toward being a hermit anyway. In the last week we...
-Had a playdate with Michelle and her boys.
-Had a meeting in our home with some life insurance agents. They're coming back tomorrow to draw blood. And I don't get to have my tea or my breakfast. Grrrrrr.
-Got Jackson's hair cut. It was awful. He was so tacky to the stylist that I had to pluck him out of the chair, spank him in the bathroom, and bring him back. At times like that, it's a good thing he's cute.
-Hung out with Melanie and Caroline, which I plan to discuss later.
-Spent a morning with Sabrina, Steve, and Emy.
-I went to the evening church service with Mom.
-Met some friends for another playdate.
-Took a friend apartment hunting.
-Took Annabeth to the doctor for her 8 week shots.
We had Kristy and her family over on Saturday night. We had tried it once before but when you have 5 kids between you, it's rare that they are all well at the same time. It was a gloriously clear and cool day. Curt mowed the lawn and everything looked as good as it gets. The bounce house was set up and the soccer goal strategically placed. We had our mini-picnic table set out for the kids to eat on. Everything was ready for 4 adults, 3 big boys, one baby boy, and one baby girl. Curt grilled hamburgers and hotdogs for us and we all ate outside. When it got darker and too cold, we went inside and the boys watched 101 Dalmatians. They were so worn out that they laid on the couch upstairs and didn't make a peep. We were amazed!
At one point I looked up at my ceiling and there were NINE flies just hanging out. Gross! We didn't even think about that when we left the backdoor open all evening. Let me tell you how fun it's been trying to kill all of them for the last few days. On Sunday morning they were all buzzing around my kitchen and living room. I was disgusted and ticked, so I grabbed something to begin the fly slaughter. I prayed, Dear God, please anoint me to kill these flies. I was trying to channel King David. The last one met his maker just last night, so obviously I wasn't very Davidic. (Did that sound smart? I'm trying to be like my sister.)
Annabeth is on night four of sleeping eight straight hours. Last night was the first time the stars aligned and she didn't wake up until daylight. I myself slept from 11:30 to 7 without getting up once. Wow. That was the longest stretch of sleep I've gotten since I was first pregnant last June. Oh, Lord, please make it last!
Tonight will be Annabeth's Wednesday church debut. I'm so excited!
Here are some Jackson stories if you can take any more randomness:
Yesterday in the car Jackson tried to offer his sister a twizzler. He stuck it in her face (she was asleep) and said, "Annabeth! This!" I was cracking up. Then he told me he wanted her to play with him. So precious.
Last week I woke up to feed Annabeth and realized there was a little being sleeping between me and Curtis. Jackson had crawled into bed with us at some point in the night. I vaguely remember something happening and choosing not to wake up and see what it was. That's not something that I want to happen regularly, but it was really sweet to find our not-so-snuggly little boy snuggled up between us.
You gotta love when your kid is playing in an indoor playground and he yells down at you, "Mommy! I gotta poo poo!" But that is 100 times better than having him poop in his pants in the play structure. Oh my word, what if it escaped the confines of his jeans? *Shudder*
On that same occasion, I noticed that my child came down the slide eating a cookie - a cookie that he had found somewhere up in there. Bleh!
Yesterday Jackson found some fly carcasses on the windowsill and began smashing them with his Superman ring. He was having so much fun, meanwhile Mommy was gagging and squealing noooooooo!
Well, after all the fly talk I probably won't have to worry about having guests anytime soon.