Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Things I've Been Meaning To Tell You

Brace yourselves. This is one of those "everything-but-the kitchen-sink" posts. I'm not usually a big fan, but sometimes life is about breaking the rules. For instance, right now I am eating a chocolate cupcake, at 8:54 p.m. Oprah and Tony Fuller would like me to believe that this is a cardinal sin, but I'm sorry, as much as I love Panera, their meals never fill me up. And just an fyi, this cupcake is not my bedtime snack. This is dessert. The bedtime snack will probably commence around 10:30.

So, have we ever discussed the other-wordly sleeping habits of my firstborn? Some 10 months ago he took to sleeping on his floor in a sleeping bag, with a fan pointed directly at his head. We thought it was just a phase, and he was happy as a clam there, so why not? Nearly a year later, we have "transitioned" him into an actual bed. I was tired of explaining why his bed consisted of a raggedy old sleeping bag and a fleece blanket decorated in airplanes. I always sensed that people didn't fully believe me when I told them it was his idea.

Last month we were visiting my parents in Ohio. He always sleeps in my old bedroom, in what he likes to call the "monster truck bed". (Because it's so high off the ground, not because it has flames painted on its sides.) We tucked him in and went about our business. A few hours later, we went up to bed and found this:

Apparently, the bed was just a little too soft and his face was more than 18 inches from his face - unacceptable!

That's him, in a heap, on the floor. He stretched the fan in the hallway as far as it would go and plopped down beside it. You'll see the evacuated bed in the background. You'll see a perplexed and amused mommy in the foreground.

Fast forward several weeks, and we find this:

How on earth???

In other news, my favorite boy under the age of 31 picked me a flower. That just never gets old.

My friend Jill gave me a recipe for Bruschetta Pizza. Holy Yum. (Top a Boboli crust with cooked meat and cheese (I used rotisserie chicken.) Cover with chopped tomatoes, minced garlic, lots of shredded basil (all tossed with a little olive oil and red wine vinegar) and bake until heated through.

I just found this photo in my file yesterday and had never seen it before. I wish I knew what I was laughing about. It definitely wasn't the 95 degree heat that day. I like pictures where I look happy. I wish I could drive around in a vintage truck painted the perfect shade of aqua.

Stay with me - we're in the home stretch.

This custom illustrated portrait appeared on the wall well over two months ago, beneath our other photos. It's still there. For some reason, I really like it and can't bear to take it down.

I think it's supposed to be Silas. Maybe "inEDLP" is code for Silas. Is it just me, or does Silas bear a strong resemblance to a character from "Arthur"?

Congratulations! You made it through all of my randoms. Your reward is a 5-day vacation from me. We're headed to Eastern PA tomorrow afternoon. 11 hours in the car.

Rest up, because I'm sure to have lots to share when I return.