…I want to bang on my drum all day… (that’s a song lyric, I don’t really want to bang on a drum. But, it’s true that I don’t want to work.)
Here’s a quick run down of events since the last post.
Um, there was friday. It was friday. I taught school. Then, I got the boy. I love fridays.
On Saturday, we were busy. We went grocery shopping. We went for a walk. We went to this stupid Lewisville Family Fun Picnic. Derek made a prime rib (and it was delicious). I mowed the lawn. Derek and I watched “The Prestige”. It was good. And that’s all. Exciting, I know.
Today we went to church. Isaac had a meltdown. I heard him crying, but the number that flashed on the screen was not mine, so I just thought it was a different screamer. Then, a few minutes later (the crying had yet to subside), I felt a tap on my shoulder and someone whispered, “your baby’s crying”…. I went to get him and he was completely inconsolable. It was a traumatizing morning for him. We got him home and he took an EXTRA long nap. Poor fellow.
Tonight, I made my triumphant return to Junior High Youth Group. I was cast straight into the fire as we immediately began a rousing game of 8-squares (a high octane, extreme variation of 4-squares). It was a good time. Derek managed to get the boy off to bed without any glitches, so that was good, too.
And with that, another week begins. Bleh.
This is the boy in his new, high tech umbrella stroller:
And this is the aforementioned primerib that Derek cooked up:
And this is a cute (pre-meltdown) pic of Isaac before church this morning:
There’s more here.