Before I say a single thing about the wonderfulness that was my weekend or the mouse that is about 10 feet away from me right at this very moment, waiting to pounce upon my face (I just know it), I want to say a huge THANK YOU to those of you who were kind enough to comment on my last ‘I So Crazy And Now You All Know It’ post. Your words of understanding and support were SO helpful to me. They caused me to take a deep breath and know that the world wasn’t REALLY ending like I had thought, there was just a little pee spot on the carpet and my son was totally normal. I’m totally calm and cool about the whole thing now, and Ezra is still using the potty mostly. He even went poo again today and got himself a balloon for the effort.
Things are looking up.
We went and cut a tree yesterday with my parents and Chris’ sister and her husband. It is now my most favorite memory, fresh as it may be, because it was just so fun and nostalgic and wonderful. PERFECT. I cannot even tell you how much fun I had. The designated cutting area was only a couple of miles from my parent’s house, and part of the fun was the adventure of driving up dirt roads on the fresh blanket of snow that had fallen the day before. Here are some photos:
Today was spent getting out all the Christmas decorations and decorating the house and tree. We listened to Christmas music (go download Over The Rhine’s Christmas Album ‘Snow Angels’ right now now NOW!) and we drank eggnog and had the most wonderful day. To top it off, we watched ‘Christmas Vacation’ and I laughed so hard at the sledding scene (the one where he takes off like a rocket and ends up forever later in the Walmart parking lot) that I almost cried. AGAIN.
As for the aforementioned mouse, it is hanging out in the living room with us- darting back under the TV stand whenever Chris makes a movement while playing Zelda on the Wii. We’re tucked up on the couches- feet off of the floor. I know I should hate this little mouse, but he’s just too cute and I instead find myself loving him.
Me, hubby, and a witty bitty mouse… chillaxin’ on a Sunday night together.