I am a super cool 30-year-old sitting on the couch on a Saturday night with nothing better to do than type on a blog. Jealous? It gets better. I don't actually have anything to say! So let's just go with a weekend recap even though the weekend is still in progress.
Jackson's preschool closes for the summer. For the last two years I filled in the gap by getting him in the MDO program at our own church. However, with a 30 minute drive (and one leg of it during rush hour), it was barely worth it. I'd decided I wasn't even going to try it this year. But one day I was driving around and saw a sign for a summer day camp program by my house. I was thrilled and got him signed up right away. He will love it! I'm thankful God opened up this door for my active little guy. The school had an open house on Friday night, so we went to meet Jackson's teachers and see which room he'll be in. He acted like he didn't want to be there, but then he pouted when we left. This is typical for him right now. One day when I think back on age four, one word will come to mind. ATTITUDE. Help me, Lord!
For dinner we headed to a local Mexican food restaurant that is incredibly good and incredibly crowded on weekends. I didn't have it in me to sup in the presence of the entire community, so I threw out IHOP as a suggestion. It was a go. We rolled up to that fine dining establishment, making quite an entrance when Curtis hopped the curb in full view of all the customers seated by the windows. I was almost too embarrassed to go in, but then I realized there was hardly anyone inside. Nothing makes me happier as a mom than eating with my kids in a nearly empty restaurant. Seriously. The only other people who joined us were several sets of grandparents and their small grandchildren. As it turned out, both of our kids ate free and there was a diet menu. I got some healthier pancakes and eggs and they were fine.
Afterward, I suckered Curtis into a family trip to the grocery store, which I ended up regretting due to my son's behavior.
I slept in! Honestly, I have no idea how long Annabeth was crying over the monitor before I actually woke up at 8:45. Oops. I fixed breakfast for the kids, then headed to La Madeleine to meet my mom and Amy, who is like my big sis. There was still a crease from my pillow on my cheek when I walked out the door. Pure awesomeness. Before heading home I took advantage of my solitude and went to Academy. Academy is one of my favorite places in the entire world. I love it so much. I bought at couple of running outfits, which means that I will take an unintentional running break and pick it back up in a couple of months. That's what happens any time I buy something workout related.
A few hours later, my little family met up with my mom and we went to the graduation party of a very wonderful high school senior, Sara Mattingly. One day I will write a whole post on how much we love this girl and her family. She is going to DBU next fall (which is partly our fault) and we are going to miss her like crazy!
Today we had a heat index of like 106 and I'm not even kidding you. My eyes were fixed on the neighborhood pool and if swimming did not occur, I was going to chalk this whole weekend up to a loss. The four of us went and had a great time. I love, love, love the water. Jackson finally mastered the slide. Parents can't linger at the bottom and catch their kids, so we've had to wait until he could swim past the ropes to us or swim to the wall by himself after coming off the slide. That happened today and it was quite exciting. He did it over and over until he wore himself out.
We had a good evening just hanging out at home. Annabeth went to bed at 6:15 because she missed her afternoon nap and I felt justified. Jackson watched some Gaither music on TV with us. His back was to me, but at one point during Great is Thy Faithfulness I noticed his left arm raised in the air. I was so moved by my spiritually sensitive child. Then he stood up and I saw a banana in his right hand, his cheeks bulging, and his mouth unable to close because of everything stuffed in it. No wonder Curtis, who had a full view of him the entire time, wasn't as moved by our son's demonstration of worship.
Curtis and I capped off the night by watching a Tom Brokaw documentary on the year 1968, during which I painted my nails red. It was an exciting night, I tell ya.
Tomorrow we'll worship in a banana-free environment and enjoy lunch with my dad's side of the family. My aunt and uncle and their kids just moved home from Japan and it will be our first time to see them in many months. Exciting times! Have a great Sunday!