Seriously. It is so pretty outside. And warm. And the sun is shining. And the birds are singing. And Daniel’s wheat is growing (hallelujah!). And the tomatoes, squash, cantaloupe and watermelons have been planted. And Thomas and I love strolling. And it helps with the cellulite. And the muffin top. And the various other body parts that like to swing and sway on their own now when I walk. And these are the same body parts that I never imagined would be swinging and swaying. I didn’t even know they could swing and sway. But that’s another story for another day.
Oh, mercy!
So, Daniel and I have been taking full advantage of this beautiful season. We had such a rainy and very pregnant winter that we both grew a little restless and have a new appreciation for fresh air and sunny days. We decided that it was time to pick back up the habit of weekly Date Nights. Oh, how I love them! There’s nothing like spending time with the one. You know the one I’m talking about. The one whose toothbrush sits next to yours. The one who wishes you the biggest happy birthday every year. The one who takes the baby from your tired arms and gently says, “Go take a nap, Honey”. The one you get excited about sharing the Texas Tunion with at Long Horn. The one who calls you when he sees rain and wind coming on the weather radar because he knows it scares you. The one who sends you e-mails in the morning full of appreciation and admiration for you because you’re the mother of his child. The one who doesn’t make you bait your own hook. The one who lovingly gets mad at you for texting and driving. (No, not me! Never!) The one who makes sure you know he notices when you’ve lost two pounds (major brownie points!). The one who falls in love with your mutt from the Carroll County pound. You know him. And I love him.
Sorry, where was I?….
Oh, yeah. Date nights. The last one we attempted without Thomas was short lived, to say the least. One evening recently Thomas spent a couple of hours with his Mama T and Papa Joe, who politely told us he was screaming in our ears but we don’t want to ruin y’alls date night by making y’all come home a “little fussy” when we called to check on him. Thomas’s most fussy times tend to be in the evening, so I had a hunch that we better head back. I actually had a hunch this would happen before we even planned the date night, so we didn’t go far to begin with. There’s nothing like a quiet date night on the lake fishing with no burps cloths anywhere in sight.
I packed some sandwiches and fruit, and we had a picnic on the boat on the lake. And on days where Thomas takes three hour naps, this is what you get. Pictures of food from my kitchen. I was bored, ok?! Daniel loves peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I packed an extra one just in case our friend, Christopher, was there fishing, too.
P.S.-Love this yogurt! Go try some! I find it in the “health foods” section at Kroger. It’s yum, yum, yummy!
Loading the boat
Daniel’s drink of choice.
The Lake
This is my fish. That I caught. All by myself. While taking all of these pictures. How many did D catch you ask?? Zero! He is trying to convince me to hold my fish in this picture. He knows better.
And there were snacks, of course.
So, we concluded that for this particular season with Thomas, it is best if we try not to leave him in the evenings. He can get really cranky when he’s tired, and if you ever find yourself around him when he’s cranky, you understand. He is pitiful! He just wants his Momma. Bless him! Daniel and I will have a lot of opportunities for a lot of alone time and date nights in the future. But for right now, we are just taking a deep breath and reminding ourselves that “this too, shall pass”. And in the mean time, we are living and enjoying every precious moment we have with our son. As Billy Dean says, “Let them be little, ‘cause they’re only that way for a while. Give them hope. Give them praise. Give them love every day. Let them cry. Let them giggle. Let them sleep in the middle. Oh, but let them be little”.
On a different note, remember her??
My brother-in-law, Andrew, laughed at one of my recent posts and told me that I needed to put this sign:
on the inside of the gate so that all of the animals in the yard could be warned of Lady. So what if she’s killed two newborn baby kittens, two lizards, a chipmunk, a squirrel, and two birds since we moved into this house this past November!? You’ve got to admit, she’s good!
Well, after she kills these animals, she likes to play with them.
And roll in them.
And I caught her on camera doing it the other day!
With the lizard that she is still carrying around the yard today.
Make note that today’s date is May 2 and the date from the day she killed the lizard is April 21.
You do the math.
Yeah, she’s nasty, but whatever keeps her entertained and gets her energy out works for us!
Admiring her kill…
Crunch….crunch…crunch…
Licking her lips…
Looking for other things to hunt down….as always….
The third red head in our family:)
So, you might want to think twice before you let this loving little Lady lick all over your face with her adoring kisses!
One last thing, do you know why I love my husband so much? Because he calls me and says things like, “Come outside, I have a surprise for you!" I love animals, especially the ones straight off the farm or from the woods that he finds! And I love when he brings them home for me. We usually don’t attempt to keep them and make them pets (Shocking, I know). We just admire them for a short while and then let them be on their merry little way. This was our most recent temporary pet. He was scared when Daniel brought him home (Rightfully so! Remember Lady from above!) so he was hiding in his little shell. We left him outside and I checked on him periodically. Then, like anything else that has brains, it got out of our yard before Lady found it!
This is the front of my house. These bushes are beautiful, aren’t they!? We are about to cut them all down! Did that just make you cringe??
1 comments:
Where are you going to put all of those pretty bushes? Love this post. You are really honing in on those camera skills aren't you? Love yall's date night- we do our fridays and it's so necessary.. but what do I know? We go to escape Betsy?? Umm... lady is sick! A week old lizard really? I'm going to have to tell Betsy about that.
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