Humpday Grumpday

For some odd reason my mood had really soured since I woke up. I woke up plenty cheerful, even emailed a few pals I hadn't talked to in awhile. But, after our morning out I was cranky. Hmmmm...

First we went to breakfast at ABC. It had been awhile since we'd been there and I'm in a huge breakfast food rut--nothing sounds good. Easton was loud but good. Then we went next door to Old Navy for browsing. Then next to that to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for plastic kitchen chair covers (ours are black fabric--not kid friendly!). After all that we hit up Circle Time and then Wal-Mart. By the time we got to Wal-Mart E was getting cranky. He was happy while trying to unbutton my coat to see "baby" or if I was tickling him under his chin but he was a grumpasaurus much of the rest of the trip. He was completely happy once we got back home...yet somehow that's when my mood started. Pbbbbbbbbt! I think I'll be better after his hopefully long nap (but since he didn't want lunch I think it'll be a short nap).

Okay, I was so wrong yesterday about the snow not sticking:


Dudes, you have all got to get seat warmers if you have this kind of weather. Jason was remarking how it's worth the entire price of the car to have that luxury. Ahhhhh. This was said on the way to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Easton wouldn't eat there either. Well, he did have a few bites of J's pancakes but he'd only take a bite if J said, "please?". Sometimes E would have to remind Jason. Silly. I ate all my dinner and even got dessert but only because they have Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream!!! The world's best ice cream! I soooo wish you could get that in stores here but you cannot. Only at Cracker Barrell or Carrabas. Phooey.

While we're back on yesterday I forgot to mention something about Gymsters: each session they do a "separation time" where the teachers watch the kids and the parents go wait by the door. This is for a length of a song. Yesterday's song was the Styx tune that appropriately begins, "Babe, I'm leaving..." ha ha ha! Anyway, Easton has never really noticed nor cared that I was "gone" (the kids can all still see us, we're just baby gated away). But yesterday as he was playing puzzles I watched him go, "Mama?" and look for me. When he found me I smiled and waved. He smiled and waved back and then continued working on the puzzles. Cute. I was proud.

Wanna hear more Easton funnies? Let's see...with his cold we keep old washcloths nearby to "boop" his runny nose. The other day he needed a boop and like a big boy went and got the cloth. I was on the loveseat. Jason said, "Bring it to mama" so E ran behind the loveseat and tossed it over the back to me. Technically he was doing was Daddy asked, he just wasn't around for me to use it on him. Hee hee!

And, the other day for some odd reason he smacked me on the arm. I said, "Do not hit Mama" so he switched his hand to a fist and did it that way instead--a punch. Oh my! It was too hard not to laugh at that. I made him go away from me for that but we were both laughing...not really the point of the "consequence" but oh well. He's really not a hitter anymore, I don't know what even prompted that episode.

Alrighty then, that's enough randomness from me. Off to explore You Tube for more fun vintage Sesame Street clips from MY youth. Seriously, you gotta love that show.