It’s Just another Mundane Monday

Hello peepcicles! Hope you had a great weekend.

And myself? It was great! Big B and I went and saw a movie for the first time since November when I dragged him to Twilight. (Oh Edward! I want you I need you oh baby oh baby...)I was all excited and felt like we were young and dating again, and I put on gobs of makeup just to go in a dark theater, but it felt SO.GOOD! We saw Push, which tickled my fancy well enough.

I also sewed more (Yes, more. Always moremoremore!) curtains for the house, and I’m still not done, but when I will be, my house is going to rock America’s face off. The curtains will be fab and so will my self-esteem for creating things full of coolness and creativity.

Random photo:
I took this picture yesterday while Brandon was teaching primary to the CTR B’s (the seven and eight year olds). I was in there too, helping out, but Cade swam major laps around the anxiety pool in nursery when I tried to leave him, so you can see him there, parked in the chair, with the older kids. In the pic, he’s holding his Mr. Krabs and learning about Jesus as if he were 5 years older like the rest of the kids. It made my heart ache to see him want to be a big kid. I just want to hold him and squash him (by sitting on him, if necessary) and make him stay little forever!

…I took the photo because I wanted to catch B when he was kneeling, because he was doing such a cute object lesson, but my camera on my phone sucks and he started to stand right when I took it, and now in the pic he looks like an autistic person who has vertigo, and it makes me laugh. But he’s an amazing teacher. I’m in awe of his abilities. He's the most amazing MAN in the world! Love you, Lover!

Again, I’d like to thank ya’ll for your words of encouragement regarding what the H bomb I should do about therapy and the tube ‘n stuff. I’m still a ponderin’ away. I think I’ll make a more concrete decision once I talk to my D tomorrow and my T on Thursday.

Hope you allsies have a great Monday. I get to take Cade to the pediatrician (in other words, HIS FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD…HA!) to talk about his constipation issues that have turned into like this mental fear/phobia. Every time he cries and screams because he knows it’s coming, I’m like, “Oh child, NO.” I hate that he has to go through this! I’m hoping my doc can give me some magic sprinkles that will make it all go away.

…And I still am so happy with my custom blog template. Be patient while Rachel works out some kinks, but it’s so glorious and I want to make love to it!

BYE!