Sunday May 17, 2009

Best Part of the Day - Successful trip to Plaza F by my lonesome. I sipped cafe and read the paper while the boyz played. Then it was time for Cousin Carson' birthday party at a local pizza joint where the 18 (!) kiddos could roll dough and make their very own 'za's. I swigged Diet Pepsi and carolled my two year old (no, you can't do that. No, you can't do THAT. No, no - just come over here.)

Worst Part of the Day - Before the birthday party - Erik's brother, wife and kiddos were over. So Quinn went with them to the party. Erik showered up and we were heading out the door when I decided to change Wes' shirt. Now Wes is a stickler for his clothes - he would like to change his "shirty" about four times a day if allowed. Me being the laundress and slightly sexist (would I be more appeasing of this if he were a girl? I think so) says "no" to this early and often. But I do let him choose his own shirt and pants in the morning (within reason.) However, I wanted him in a specific shirt for the party. He threw a fit to end all fits. He was weeping and screaming and yelling. Erik wanted to abort mission and one of us stay home. I took a calculated risk and put him in the shirt, shoved him in the carseat and off we went 20 minutes late. Erik voiced " I think this is a mistake." He rested (fell asleep in sheer exhaustion) on the way there. By the time we got to the party he was his ole' jovial self. But I was still fairly sweaty from the encounter - hence the swigging o' Diet Pepsi (see above). That kiddo is FIREY man. But truly if I stayed home every time he threw a fit? We would stay home a third of the time.

Survivor Finale - I should be a Survivor commentator - I totally called it!! (Is that REALLY something I should be bragging about? Think not.)