April 20, 2012
April 11, 2012
Their family vacation plans fell through and so my sister in law asked if we would like to join them for a road trip out to St. Louis. We would stay with my sister and brother in law for a day or two and then spend a couple of nights at our ol’ faithful hotel, the Drury Plaza in Chesterfield. (Is it sad that we are so fond of this place? Yes? Well, sad it is then!) It seemed at first as though K would be able to go with, but after a little more consideration it appeared best if he stayed home and worked as well. It was at this point I almost backed out. You see, I’m not much good without my husband. And I like him. Though we were leaving mid-day on Tuesday and arriving home early evening on Saturday, it was the longest we’ve ever been apart. And I nearly backed out.*
But, I didn’t.
And we went. We saw. We made some great memories. We had a grand time. We were exhausted!
Tuesday was spent driving. And driving. And stopping. And driving. 8.5-9 hours after B and I left our driveway, we were there! Wednesday was spent exploring Washington, MO with a picnic lunch by the river, throwing rocks in the water, and window shopping with the kiddos. Grilled burgers and hot dogs, salad, deviled eggs, and homemade salsa filled our tummies that night.
Thursday was a great day for the St. Louis Zoo! And apparently a great day to walk! Between parking a mile away (we thought we were much closer to an entrance than we actually were…oops!), leaving our food in the car to go back for at lunch (done before we knew we parked a mile away!), and enjoying as many animals as our little legs would take us to…our bodies definitely racked up some mileage!
Friday may have been my favorite day. It included a trip to see both the people and the place of my old office which made me all sorts of happy. A pit stop past Donut Palace…enough said, really! Lunch at Qdoba. A packed afternoon at the Magic House followed by Coldstone Creamery. Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good day. Oh, and lest I forget, my sister and brother in law also went to the trouble of getting Tucker’s wings that night…a big deal when they don’t offer takeout!
There was swimming and bubble baths, eating and talking, giggling, and yelling, memories and so much fun!
The trip home went swimmingly, well, apart from that incident where B got in his just-turned-2-year-old cousins face and told her she was a bad girl for going potty in her pants and then continued (later in the car) to scold her for the same and let her know all of the things she was not allowed to do because of it….”no screaming, no louding, no basketball game, no playing, no gassing (he may have been influenced by our pitstop for gas), no eating ice cream, no talking on the phone…”
And now, for photographic evidence!
Look Ma, no hands!
*For the record, I had a great time. But I still think it would have been better with K along for the ride!
April 4, 2012
April 3, 2012
It looked so good that I studied it for a few seconds before raising it toward my mouth. A big, warm, cheesy slice of pizza.
The very next moment I felt the change in temperature as the blankets slid off the end of the bed, only covered now by a thin sheet. K stirred, eventually sitting up to adjust position and reach once again for the extra blankets. I peered over at the clock. 5:20am. That all too real pizza was just a dream. Ugh.
I spoke into the silence to my likely-sleeping-again husband and expressed my disappointment that I could never get that bite back! He wasn’t much amused at the moment. Likely rather confused if he even heard me. But, as the memory resurfaced later in the day we both had a good laugh.
Sometimes dreams are so cruel!
April 2, 2012
Early in March, we got to celebrate the day 3 years ago when B was born. I would love to write and capture a bit of who he is, how he has grown, the many ways in which he blesses us daily, the gratitude I have to God for allowing us to be his parents…but I can’t do it justice. I can’t capture him. I can’t write enough thanks. I can’t document the blessing he is. But I can’t let that keep me silent either.
He is loud in the best sort of way (and sometimes in the worst). He is cautious. He is animated – face, body, and voice. He is rough, loving to tackle and wrestle anyone who will let him (and sometimes those who aren’t interested). He is gentle and sweet – dishing out unprompted hugs, asking to snuggle, comforting in sadness, protecting when he feels I need it. He is curious. He is smart. He loves God’s word; and he knows many of God’s truths. We love this boy and more than anything, we pray that those last two will continue on his whole life. That he would grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and that to Him would be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity (2Peter3:18)
When asked, he consistently stated he wanted both of his Papaw’s and Mamaw’s to come to his house and that the only thing he wanted was orange cake. Easy enough!!
His door after his nap. I saw this idea a long time ago and thought it was so fun. He loved busting out!
He asked for his cards to be read approximately 6 times that day and every day for the next week or two afterward. Cards do not go unappreciated in this household!
His new ‘big bikle’. He was so excited he wasted no time hopping on and taking it for a spin (or 10) inside the house!
His new “chicken” was custom built by my dad and I think he did an amazing job. Much of the inspiration came from the uber-cute kitchen shown here. So, thank you Petersiks for sharing your creativity with the rest of us!
Remember how I told you last year that his favorite part of his birthday was everyone singing “Happy Birthday” to him? Well, this year just might have been the same way. Just look at that face!
Happy Birthday! We love you!