Edit: Written on 5/5/14, but unfortunately, didn’t get a chance to post until this morning (5/9/14).
What’s up is that I took a day off. And it’s a nice day, too: I hear my wind chimes going, the breeze rustling the trees, birds singing…and right now, a quiet house, as both my husband and son are asleep.
That won’t last for long, though. Also, it sounds nice now, but keep in mind that Vincent woke up at 5:45 AM this morning, completely awake and ready to play. No, he doesn’t normally wake up that early. Seems like he only does in the the weekends or days that I take off–you know, the days where I usually field him most of the time so that Jim can get a break.
This has been a nice weekend. Jim and I celebrated our anniversary on Saturday–Saturday wasn’t our actual anniversary, just the day we celebrated it–so Jim’s mom took Vincent overnight. It’s not the first time she has taken him overnight. She’s done it twice before, I think. But I’m still not used to it. I tried to just enjoy being with Jim, but I missed Vincent. As much work as he is, I also genuinely enjoy being with him. He’s a fun kid.
But, wow, after we picked him up last night and he took a nap, he was FUSSY. Uncharacteristically so. A standard compliment that Vincent gets when we take him out is how good he is. Really, for a toddler who is so young, he behaves very well and doesn’t cry much at all. But last night, he was throwing fits left and right, and finally I realized that he had been outside a LOT with his Granny Lori. Perhaps he missed being outside? So Jim and I gathered him up, packed him in the car, open the windows, and took him for a drive.
And that was the ticket. He sang with delight as the wind hit his face. (He loves things blowing on him, whether it be the wind, fans, me blowing his hair, etc. He just thinks it’s great.) It calmed him down. We came back, put him to bed, and he slept THE WHOLE NIGHT.
Well, until 5:45, heh.
So, note to self: Vincent needs to be outside a lot more.
Anyway. Jim and I didn’t do much for our anniversary. We drove around, went to O’Charley’s to eat. I had a Mango Mai Tai, the first alcoholic drink I’ve had since…actually, since our honeymoon. And I think the time before that was two years. Anyway, Jim got a mojito, and we realized that we are not the drinkers we once were. Oh, we’ve always been kind of lightweights who got drunk pretty easily. But as soon as I took a sip of my mai tai, I could totally taste the alcohol. And I didn’t really like it, to be honest. I didn’t even finish it.
Next up: Movies. Except we weren’t really interested in anything out, so we bought Vikings, which was highly recommended by my friend/co-worker Ryan. We’re digging it so far.
Ooops. There’s Vincent. Gotta go. Will try to update more often.