Mondays are...well...Mondays so nothing to report on that...except that Jace was asleep at 7:30pm. Guess driving roundtrip from Dayton to Minneapolis in a 72-hour span of time is a bit exhausting. Easton kept telling him to "watch Mickey" but not even Mickey Mouse's clubhouse could keep my man awake on Monday.
He was back to normal by Wednesday the 29th...which just so happened to mark our 11th year in the Air Force! He had flowers and a very encouraging note waiting for me when I arrived home.
|The staff at Beavercreek Florist love him...|
and so do I :)
|happy!! now go study kid|
USAFA c/o 2024
Jace (said as he's pacing around the room like a weirdo): "Babe, I've done something I'm not proud of...and it isn't the first time."
Me (thinking, what the hell did this kid do? and why is he following one super-sweet gesture [ref: flowers/card] with an announcement that he's got herpes or something else that's going to force me to punch him in the nose): "What are you talking about, psycho?"
Jace: "Come with me..." (and then he leads me down to the basement bedroom where I'm thinking holy sHiz this is getting serious...AND THEN...NOOOOOOOO...he reaches into the nightstand next to the guest bed where I've (CRAP) hidden his anniversary gift!!!!!)
Me (in between fits of hysterical laughter): "NOOOOOOO! WHAT THE bleep, MAN?!?"OK so if you didn't follow that (which I hope you did because I'm laughing just re-reading it) it was the play-by-play of Jace totally crashing yet another surprise I had planned for him. I'm the world's worst surpriser. Yes, that's a word, now go get me a coffee cup or a mousepad that reads "World's WORST surpriser!" I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me. For his 30th birthday I just flat-out told him about his surprise party (on accident)...like he'd been helping me plan it for the previous two months or something.
Jace: "Hey babe, who was that on the phone"
Me: "Oh just the caterer from Game On...AHHHHH!"I was so mad at myself...and there are others but I won't bore you...more than you already are.
So we exchanged our 10-year anniversary gifts...on our 11th Air Force anniversary. I suppose we wouldn't be here today if it weren't for this fine service so I can get with that. But this will be a fun story for years to come. Oh and also, I'm done trying to plan surprises for him. There, it's written.
To add to the greatness of our work week Easton pulled a cute little stunt on Thursday evening. He has been awesome about staying in his bed once we put him in there but for whatever random reason he decided to get out of his bed and fall asleep right inside the door to his room. No big deal, people sleep on the floor all the time, right? (just go with that...) But the problem is that I go in and check on him every night before I go to bed myself and so in I went and BAM! slammed the door right into his cute little noggin. I felt horrible. This is how he felt about it...
Saturday -- we went to swim class, ran some errands and had a scrumptious (and free) dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. LOVE.
Sunday -- we got up, I made pancakes (in the toaster...MOTY, don't be jealous) and then we enjoyed the morning on the patio. It was gorgeous outside and we had fun watching Easton play with his chalk eggs and bubbles...all while wearing his Clarice union suit. I loved every second of this morning.
In the afternoon we went back to Wegerzyen Garden Children's Discovery Garden. The last time we went there it was all closed down for the season (and cold) so I wanted to see what it looked like with the flowers and plants in bloom. My allergies were very thankful for this opportunity.
Super fun place. I love it there :) But eventually we had to leave. It was time for lunch. The rest of the day was filled with laundry, weed pulling (at our maintenance-free condo) and just a touch of crazy...
|The "loooooooooooove" book|
And that's a wrap. Thanks for reading...guess I had more to say than I originally thought...(surprise?) ;)