anyway. it was a lovely weekend.
|here's how it looked:|
f r i d a y :
- worked during the day
- ran e r r a n d s [yawn.]
- went to lunch with mom and dad. smiled while random strangers ooh'ed and ahhh'ed over milo and his charmingness
- kissed my husband many (many!!) times for going to the grocery store on his way home (boy, i'm easy to please!)
- went to bed early :-D
- more working (ew)
- went on a HOT DATE
with [equally h-o-t] hubby to mongolian bbq...yum.
- fell in l o o o o o ve [again. and again.]
- click-clacked (i was wearing hot heels) around wal-mart, doing some christmas shopping [we always always end up at wal-mart after dates]
- picked up Bubby from jenny the babysitters
- came home and frolicked off to bed with smiles on our faces (we'll leave that to your i m a g i n a t i o n . . .)
s u n d a y :
- sang, prayed, loved at church (hot hubby came too!!)
- ate fried green beans with the crew (at fridays)
- cranked up |sounds of the seasons| lit some candles, and made my house christmas worthy. now, i just need a tree
- got HOT.
- partied with the gang (aka |attended the depot's holiday party|).
- stayed up wayyyyyy too late
t o d a y :
- snuggled in bed with Bubby and hot husband as long as Bubby would let me
- fed a cranky baby. had oatmeal, spoon, bowl and fish crackers (yes they were part of his b
reakfast. hey, they were whole wheat!) thrown at me
- cried. briefly [NOT because of thrown food]. debated quitting school forever. got over it.
- made lunch.
- roadtripped with milo to dekalb to see drop off paperwork.
- milo was |big man on campus| in his mind
- made yummy black peppercorn chicken for dinner
- put milo to bed at 7:30
- did NOT finish my reflection.
based on my attentiveness tonight....i now leave you.
it just may take me that long.
|sigh|
2 comments:
Sounds like my busy weekend
YAY! Fun weekend! Wish I could have made it to church, I was SO sad to miss it, but Ashley apparently had the 24 hour stomach flu- or so I found out at 8am when I was suddenly giving my child a bath and washing all her bedding. Sigh. Miss you! When are we going to old chicago?
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