1. Admission of Guilt.
Mom gave me a dozen eggs lovingly laid by her chickens yesterday at lunch. Ali was thrilled. Nothing is better than Gramamma’s eggs.
Err, Gramamma’s CHICKEN’S eggs, that is.
Anyway. We were getting out of the car, and….
Ali’s reaction: “What did you DO?!?!?!”
“I dropped the eggs.”
“You broke GRAMAMMA’S EGGS??!!!”
“Yes, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“We need to go tell Gramamma. We need to go back to Mammaw’s and tell Gramamma right now.”
Dear Gramamma, Please consider this post my confession and request for forgiveness for my grevious sins. Please also pass along my condolences to the chickens, but don’t show them the pictures. I don’t want them to be traumatized.
2. Mom Jeans.
Speaking of my Mom and Mammaw (Mammaw being my Mom’s Mom), Mom told me at that same lunch that she was proudly wearing her non-mom jeans that day.
At which point Mammaw said, “I knew it!! I looked at your behind when we were walking up the stairs and thought to myself that those MUST be the jeans that you got for Rachel’s blog, because your butt sure does look a lot smaller that it did last week!! And then I thought to myself, well my goodness, it really must work!”
I love Mammaw so much!
Of course I jumped at the opportunity to back up my Mom Jeans Theories and tried to convince Mammaw to go shopping with me. For the threequel and all – Great-Grandmother Jeans.
3. Love Is…
Chris randomly asked me Monday night as we were lounging on the couch what I was thinking about, and I answered,
“I’m thinking about those two Dove bars in the cabinet, wishing that they were individually wrapped Dove Promises rather than whole candy bars. It feels so much less guilty to eat the singles than a whole candy bar, even if I eat the same amount.”
He happily jumped up and disappeared for a few minutes, and I heard much rattling and crinkling from the kitchen. He then returned with a bag full of shiny aluminum:
and proudly presented me with his handiwork: segmented Dove bars wrapped into guilt-free, individual bites:
He makes me giggle.
He also made me giggle a couple of weeks ago when I got this text message from him while he was in the basement and I was upstairs in my office, right after I sneezed (apparently pretty loudly):
Yup, he’s a keeper.
4. Kid’s Market
For those of you in the Birmingham area, I’m sure we’ve ALL been to Kid’s Market by now. I waited until Monday, eight days into our city’s hugest consignment sale, and found out that the pro of waiting that long is that it is completely devoid of other shoppers (and their screaming babies). The con, however, is that almost all of the cute, trendy stuff is gone.
Everything that’s left is either cute and not trendy, or trendy and NOT cute, like these pants, which won the award of The Most Tacky Thing I Saw At Kid’s Market This Year:
My two year old will NOT be wearing a lace-up-crotch pair of blue jeans anytime
5. The Most Gorgeous Thing I’ve Seen All Week:
Victoria Jane, the fifth child of our friends Greg and Julie and long-awaited little sister to Abby, was born this week. So beautiful, still, and peaceful….
At least she is since I’m not responsible for feeding her all night long.