weekend adventures

How was your holiday?

Ours was delightful, minus the persistent wheezing of baby boy.  Such is life, I suppose.

Saturday we returned home around lunch and headed straight to run some errands.  The Iron Bowl {or the oh heck do we really have to do this bowl} was on mid-afternoon and even though losing was inevitable, we still like to watch.

We stopped at Jersey Mike's for a quick bite then headed back to the car for a Target run.   Except neither of us had keys which resulted in quite a few pleasantries being exchanged in the parking lot.  We walked to Target, happily discussing our options.  I was of the mindset that calling the lock person and having the car unlocked quickly was important.  Lofton had some manly plan to have someone pick him up and take him to our locked house where he was going to break in and find the spare key to the car.

Guess who's plan we chose?

Less than an hour later we were through with Target and on our way home.  {winner, winner!}

The washer and dryer greeted us from the hallway.  A persistent reminder that the laundry room is in shambles.  Now, for the record, I hate laundry.  But not being able to to do it at all is inconvenient.  That being said, Lofton had slaved over tiling last weekend.  And then Saturday he decided that his tile job wasn't quite up to snuff.  So he demoed it out.  Because that's what we do here-- tear stuff up.

A few hours {and one cut finger} later and the new tile was gone.  Yesterday, he tiled again.  And truthfully, it looks much better than his initial go-round.

He is currently working on the trim, because as I told you last weekend he's going duck hunting this weekend.

Man on mission, that guy. Love him so much.



 

stuffed

This post is not about turkey.  Although, I am ridiculously excited about eating my favorite meal at my favorite house in less than 24 hours.

My buddy is sick.  I told you, November is not kind to us.

We went to the doctor Monday, and this never happens, but Reese is actually sicker than I thought.  Usually I've already web-diagnosed him with the plague and then am told it's just a minor cold.  He's actually having some pretty yucky wheezing issues along with some serious congestion.

It's a double whammy when you're struggling to breath and also your nose is stopped up.  He's told me approximately twenty five times in the last day or so, "Mama I don't feel so good." That's then followed by, "Can I please sleep in your bed again?"  Duh, of course.

A side benefit of having to administer a breathing treatment mid-day yesterday was that Lofton got to join in on Reese's turkey day lunch at school.  He called to tell me that little man, our notoriously stubborn eater, cleaned his plate of turkey, green beans, and sweet potato casserole.  Oh yes, we caught you buddy.

Side note: A quick thank you to Pinterest for this awesome turkey cookie glyph that rocked the socks of my third grade babies yesterday.

Cookies? With frosting and candy?  Sign me up. This cookie belongs to an eight year old boy whose favorite thanksgiving food is turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving!

these dogs

Little man I came home to a mess Tuesday.

At first I couldn't figure out what happened and Reese yelled "Mama a chicken exploded in our yard!" That's when it dawned on me that those were, in fact, feathers.  From my porch pillows.  They are Ikea porch pillows, but still.  Yet another belonging destroyed by our dogs. My heart is weary and my attitude poor.  

I'm over it.  But then I remember that I love them.  Destruction and all.  And my little boy loves them, too.  Sigh.

Inside, work continues on the laundry room.  The drywall is complete and one coat of paint is done.  Now comes the tiling.  Tiling is slow.  It also involves removing the washer and dryer from the room.  Lofton washed everysingle item in our house yesterday morning while I ran errands with little man.  That husband. {it's virtually impossible to take a good picture of this windowless room-sorry!}

Husband has a duck hunting trip planned for the last weekend in November.  I've been promised a laundry room by then.  We shall see.

Today we will enjoy a lazy Sunday.  Little man was up coughing during the night and it has a distinct bark to it.  We'll be heading to the doctor tomorrow afternoon.  As I trapped us in the bathroom this morning for a little steam action, I looked in his medicine cabinet for some children's cough medicine.  His albeuterol box was siting there, and wouldn't you know, it's fill date was November 9, 2011.  Dang you, November. 

And so, on this week of thanksgiving, I shall be thankful for modern medicine, husbands that moonlight as contractors, and dogs.  Even those that destroy houses. 

lebron and santa

Flu be damned, Lofton and I headed up I-85 Friday toward Atlanta for a night away.

We went to Atlantic Station first to grab lunch and wander around.  It's always a little odd to be hanging out just us, but we made do.  After checking in to our hotel, we quickly got dolled up and had a few of these--

Before heading to Philips Arena to see this guy--

The King himself, Lebron James.  

Lofton loves basketball.  In fact, I have many memories of watching the NBA playoffs between the Lakers and the Pistons when we first started dating.  Lebron is his favorite player, hands down.  It's always been a dream of his to see Lebron play, and well, my mom is in the business of making dreams come true.

The game was great.  We were lucky to be surrounded by lots of other Heat fans, but really, who cheers for the Hawks?  No one from what we could tell.

The next morning, after a night of no sleep {am I seriously the only person in America who hates hotels?}, we had a yummy breakfast and booked it back to our little man.  He spent the night at home with Miss Haley {my intern}.  They ate chick-a-lay, watched Madagascar 3, painted a picture of Lightening McQueen, and played football at six in the morning.  I'd venture to say I wasn't missed at all.

While we're on the subject of dreams coming true, Reese has realized that Christmas time's a coming.  We've discussed, informally, some gift ideas.  Until today, his list consisted of fruit snacks and a watch. On our way to lunch, however, that evidently changed. 

"Mama, I think I'd like Santa to bring me a computer.  Like an I-Pad like Emo's.  And maybe a phone where I can touch the screen."  

My reply?  Oh okay, Reese.  You know what Mama wants Santa to bring her?  A four year old to replace the fourteen year old riding in my backseat.

And so it begins...

rocking the vote

I'm at home today.

With a touch of the flu.  No, I didn't get a flu shot.  And no, now isn't the time to tell me that I should have.

I must be well by Friday because Lofton and I are headed to ATL for a belated 30th birthday celebration.  I will feel better, I will...

Regardless, yesterday Reese and I headed to our neighborhood polling location so I could model citizenship in action.  I thought it was both fun and important to include him in such a big event.

Although he was a little confused and thought we were going to a boat.  He also told everyone that, "Mama is boating for Baromney!" His personal choice for president was the local high school football coach.  Or Batman.  It was a toss up for him.

And while we are on the subject of elections, today was the worst day ever to be at home.  The nastiness on both television and FB has been appalling.  No, my candidate didn't win.  However, being ugly about it isn't going to change the outcome. Or on the other side, convince me that your candidate is the best candidate.

Seriously.  Both these men are husbands and fathers.  Strong men who feel strongly convicted in their beliefs.  Welcome to America.

It seriously makes me want to use my teacher voice. And de-friend some people on facebook.

war eagle anyway

Saturday we took Reese to his first Auburn football game.

And while this season has been dismal, and Saturday's game was down right disheartening, we had the best time.

Pre game is where it's at for a four year old.  Reese loved the band, the eagle put on an amazing show, and there were fighter jets on hand to celebrate military appreciation day. He also inhaled a hot dog, part of a funnel cake, and some Sprite.

We only stayed through half time-- which is at least a quarter longer than the majority of the stadium-- because it was freezing cold and getting late for us 8:15 church goers.  The performance was pretty sad, too.  The team has lost it's sparkle.

Regardless, we love our Auburn Tigers.  Fingers are crossed for a win this weekend!