sweetness

This week has been as sweet as last week was hard. It didn't start out that way. Monday was hard and trying and yesterday afternoon got a little hairy there for a bit, but Disneyland on Tuesday provided a much needed "break" from our trying-to-be-established-routine. And today a brave chord was strung in me and I voyaged out with both boys and an agenda. First things first, this mama needed a coffee. I had a gift card and was all to excited to start out my adventure with a yummy white mocha. I order and wait in line at the drive through when I hear my name being called. My friend Amy was ahead of me in line. We chatted back and forth real quick, about the mostamazingstrollerthatIcan'tafford and then we said our goodbyes. As I pulled up to pay the guy said, "here's your tall, half-caff white mocha, and the lady before you paid for your drink". Seriously. I am spoiled. I have amazing friends I tell you. MADE MY DAY. So thank you Amy, you ROCK.

I headed downtown to my favorite antique store in search of a big boy bed frame. The one I bought from craigs list awhile back ended up being a FOOTBOARD, not a HEADBOARD like I had thought. Blerg. So there I went. Ben in the sling and Henry holding my hand, down into the basement to see what they had.

I was immensly proud of Henry. He listened. He stayed close to me. He only touched the glassware display 3 times instead of the expected 13. He kept himself busy by pulling an old rusty wagon around. I took pictures of perspective beds and explored a little with Henry.

I was mostly looking for shape, as I want to paint the whole thing black.




There were two of these pink little dressers. I loved the knobs. The dressers were screaming "take us home and paint us orange!"
We'll see.


Ben woke up and decided he needed to eat, so back up to the car we went. Ben nursed, Henry and I snacked on grapes and listened to the radio. There was that split second where I thought, okay, things are going too good, I should just go home now, I shouldn't push my luck. But Ben was milk drunk happy and Henry was in such a good mood, as was I. So I pushed on. We headed to the mall. Because it's thursday, double stamp day at hot dog on a stick. And I had a coupon for a free corn dog. Awesomesauce.





It didn't take long for our stick to become a sword. Or light saber. Or just a weapon in general. He is ALL boy.




And Ben kept right on snoozing...




We shopped around a bit. Ducked into Crazy 8 and Old Navy and Children's Place. There was really nothing that struck my fancy. And Old Navy is really pissing me off. I'm pretty loyal to them. I love their clothes. Like really really love their clothes. But their return policy SUCKS. I ordered Henry something about a month ago, and what do you know HAD A BABY LIKE A WEEK LATER. I finally make it to the mall and that's when they decide to tell me that when you order online you only have 45 days to return instead of the normal 90. Strike ONE Old Navy. Then I needed to return a gift and even though I had gift receipt they would not give me store credit. They would mail me a voucher in the mail, or I could buy something right then and there. Um, I don't want to buy something right then and there. And why should I have to WAIT for it to come in the mail when I have a legitimate RECEIPT?! Strike Two Old Navy, Strike TWO.

But other than that it was a great morning. And as I type this, both boys are sleeping peacefully and mommy is enjoying a peaceful break. But break time is over cause this house isn't going to be cleaned by itself.