Friday night kicked off with a bang. I made a rare big Friday dinner of mesquite pork loin, potatoes and carrots. I know I just said going dairy-free ain't no big thing but I must say, mashed potatoes without butter, sour cream or cream cheese is just a lame poser for mashed potatoes.
We read "Little House on the Prairie" and our nightly family devotionals, "JesusCalling." (If you need a simple but powerful devotional, I really like this one.) Then we put Madeline to bed and watched mucho basketball and the finale of "Project Runway." I was so glad Mondo finally got his win and I'm pretty sure Austin lives on a different Planet Earth if he thinks real women wear his designs.
For the record, I really like Austin (even more when he finally shaved that awful mustache) but I don't know anyone who would wear his voluminous ball gowns or puffy pants.
(I like that I presented myself as a fashion authority in the previous paragraph. Just to make it clear, I buy nearly all of my clothes at Goodwill or Old Navy so I'm pretty sure my authority is the size of the M&Ms I'm forbidden to eat.)
At one point during the evening, I realized my body needs brownies immediately. So I found a recipe for dairy-free brownies and whip them up. They were pretty awful but we still managed to eat half the pan before bedtime.
Poor Caleb had a bad night and was up frequently. I last fed him around 6 a.m. and when I woke up at 8:30 a.m., Joe had both of the kids up and said Caleb was pretty happy. I went back to bed expecting to be woken up in about 30 minutes to feed Caleb.
At 11:45 a.m. (as in FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL NOON), I stumbled to the living room and asked why my phone said it was nearly Saturday afternoon. Turns out Joe took mercy on my pathetic exhausted state of affairs and closed the bedroom door instead of waking me up. Turns out my body needed to sleep like a college student after a week of all-nighters.
(Remember how we thought all-nighters were so cool when we were young? I think it's a sign of old age when you understand why sleep deprivation is a form of inhumane torture.)
As if letting me sleep in wasn't enough, Joe also made a pancake breakfast, washed all of the dishes (and there were a lot from the night before), sorted all the laundry and had loads running in the washer and dryer.
No, you cannot have this man. He is mine and he is a keeper. A KEEPER, I tell you.
He even took the cutest pictures of our kids.
We played a couple games with Madeline but since last Saturday, Joe and I have played a couple hands every night. The game is over when someone gets 500 points. On Tuesday night, I had 490 points when Joe passed by me to win. Oh, it’s just GAME ON now.
At one point on Saturday afternoon, Jon and Janna stopped by because they had “something to drop off.” (We were, of course, in the middle of a Skip-Bo game.) That something turned out to be a ginormous ruler. I am enamored with it. I say ginormous because it's over six feet tall. I'll take a picture of it when we hang it but if you've come within at least 10 feet of someone who is on Pinterest, I'm sure you've seen a picture of something similar.
When I see a really cute DIY project, I think, “Oh, that’s cute. Maybe I can find it somewhere and buy it.” When Janna sees something cute in a store, she thinks, “Oh, that’s cute. I can make that.” And then she actually does.
I tell you what. A cake-baking, dessert-making, crafty sister-in-law ain’t a bad thing in life.
We also fed Caleb cereal for the first time. He was not impressed.
So we stopped by our favorite hardware store on our way home from church, expecting to eat some popcorn that they always have available. It's one of Madeline's favorite places because her affection is easily bought by food of any size.
Little did we know the store was hosting several different food vendors so Madeline nearly ate her lunch there sampling chips and salsa, sausage breakfast sandwiches, pickles and, of course, popcorn.
I'm now convinced those are the world's best pickles and I'm just kicking myself for not writing down the brand name. They were memorable.
Joe was super productive and cleaned up our yard, prepping it for spring. Madeline helped him a lot.
This is why I love weekends.
3 comments:
Skip Bo makes me think of Grandma Collins. I played many games with her growing up.
We love, love, love Skip Bo! Jason and I have spent many a evening, after Max is in bed, playing Skip Bo :-) So glad you discovered it!
Dang that Janna Mayes and her cake-baking, creative, crafting ways. I have no ways to woo you, except for my really big TV. Judge Judy is FIERCE in HD. Come over soon and bring your babies.
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