I feel like I've been a bad blogger lately, because I've been busy and sick and oh, did I mention busy? The kind of busy that never seems to stop, where every single weekend fills up, and we find ourselves just wishing we could stay home--just for one day.
But yet, we are out living life and that is never a bad thing, either. But tell me, friends, what's going on in your world? How was your weekend? Tell me something, anything.
As for me, I'm working a few fabulous Etsy giveaways. I love Etsy so much. Pretty much anything I buy these days comes from Etsy, except for makeup. I don't buy much makeup these days, though, because I own enougn makeup to have all of you over and do your makeup and not even make a dent in what I own (wouldn't that be fun?).
Tommy is growing in leaps and bounds. He's pulling himself up and cruising along the furniture. Every so often, he forgets that he can't stand and lets go, only to do a faceplant on the floor. I know someday, all too soon, he'll let go and stay standing. I'm not ready for that day. He crinkles up his nose and snorts at me. If I snort back, it only encourages him to do it more. I spend a lot of time snorting these days.
Luke is three and that's good and bad, but I'm learning to love and cherish the good. There is so much good. He is big and little all at once. Every morning, he bounds out of bed and picks out his outfit, then he proudly shows it to me. Sunday morning, I was trying to sleep in and my sleeping in went like this:
Luke: Mommy, look at my shirt!
That's really nice. Go show Daddy.
Luke, two minutes later: Mommy, I brought you these ho-hos.
Me: Thanks buddy!
Luke, two minutes later: Here are your glasses, Mommy!
Luke, two minutes later: Mommy, here's your book!
Me: Oh, I needed that.
Luke, two minutes later: Here Mommy, I brought you my moose to cuddle.
Me: Thanks Luke!
Luke, two minutes later: Mommy, here's a chocolate chip cookie. I hope you feel better.
Me: Sighs. Gets out of bed.
Shane was awake and downstairs through all of this, so I kind of wanted to strangle him for letting Luke come upstairs over and over, but also, Luke was being so sweet that it was okay that I didn't get the extra sleep I so badly wanted. Then Shane took him to church, and he proceeded to act like a three year old terror, but we went out for dinner and he was angel. Three year olds.
And finally, every time I am sick, my house falls apart. Last week was no exception. It is a disaster, and I really, really wish my husband would just cave and let us hire someone to help clean, but he puts his foot down. I love him so dearly, but it is absolutely maddening to me that we don't see eye to eye on this one little thing. So anyway, my house is really messy and when I go completely insane and end up crying in the corner, then maybe my husband will let me hire someone. But probably not.