True Holiday

Today has been pretty perfect, definitely the perfect end to a great holiday weekend. Here's a recap:

I woke up really early so I went ahead and got up with Noah at 6:30am so Greg could sleep in a bit. But at 7:20am, Greg took Noah and let me go back to bed. He fed him and kept him busy until I woke up at 9am, when I went out into the living room to find two generations of vaccuuming men:

Then I took a long shower and shaved my legs (I am having a mole cut out of my lower leg tomorrow so I didn't want nasty hairiness to distract my cute dermatologist). Noah was asleep when I got out, so Greg and I relaxed and had breakfast; I made homemade blueberry belgian waffles. I read 6 chapters in my new book, and then we all got ready for the day. Like Noah's new outfit? Sweater vests are totally in for baby boys.

Another added bonus for the day I noticed while getting ready today... Not to draw attention to my cleavage, but seriously, I have my boobs back. When I stopped nursing Noah, I dropped a whole size. Check me out now; all it took was 15 weeks of pregnancy to pump those babies back up!

We all left and Greg and Noah dropped me off to get a manicure/pedicure. I read a little more of my book before finally surrendering to the chair massage, paraffin wax bath, and salt scrub with hot towels. I've been doing pretty well with not biting my nails lately, and sice we're going out of town this weekend I decided to splurge. Greg took Noah to Sam's and bought some steaks for dinner, and when they picked me up there was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers in the car for me that he swears Noah picked out. There were enough for me to divide them into several vases for various rooms in the house:

After we left the nail salon, we went to Central Market and walked around and ate samples. :) Then we picked up some homemade tamales and fresh salsa (and of course a grilled cheese for the kid) and we ate lunch in their deli. Central Market is always a good idea, but even better on a rainy holiday.

When we got home, Noah and I took a nap for 2 hours! By the time we woke up, Greg had washed the dog, started the laundry, and was Resolve-ing various spots on the carpet. So as not to make him sound too domestic, I should mention that he's also been watching a marathon of The Deadliest Catch all day... Noah and I got dinner ready and we all sat down to a feast of steaks, baked potatoes, sour-cream-and-chive-creamed-corn, and garlic rolls:

I put Noah to bed after several games and stories, layed down on the couch for a bit, and felt the new baby moving around for the first time! Well, that about brings us up to the present. Now I'm going to go read a bit more, then we're going to watch Night at the Museum with Ben Stiller (and hot fudge brownies and cool whip).

Sometimes you just need a day like this, but the really cool thing is that I wasn't expecting or planning it. I have the sweetest husband and son imaginable, and wanted to devote a little post to them!

Events at Random

So I've been worthless, and I'm sorry. I have been reading up on your blogs, but have been to tired/busy/lazy to update my own so I thought I would tell you a little of what's been going on.

First of all, I don't know ho the weather has been for the rest of you, but Dallas has been slammed with thunderstorm after thunderstorm for the past several weeks. A couple of weeks ago, Greg and I were glued to the TV watching the "severe weather warnings" in our area when we heard a loud noise right outside the window. We opened the back door to find this:



Basically the umbrella caught a gust of wind, flew out, and shattered the glass top of the patio table. The specks you can see are a mixture of glass, rain, and nickel-sized hail. We, aka: Greg, got it all cleaned up but we still have no patio table on which to usher in Memorial Day and grilling season.

In other news, we went to an FC Dallas pro soccer game this past weekend. Noah is their youngest and yet their biggest fan:

We went with some friends, so after the game we let the kids run around the deck of the stadium. They started running around by this other cute little boy, and I glanced over at the boy's dad (I assume). It was Martin Grammatica - the starting kicker for the Dallas Cowboys! For us Cowboys fans, this was huge. I had to walk over and shake his hand, congratulate him on a good season, and wish him luck next year.

Well, that's all folks. Sorry nothing else fabulous or exciting has happened but I'll keep you posted...

California, Here We Come

Hi, my name is Jackie, and I need help.

I can't believe I'm admitting this; my sister will be horrified and my husband has rolled his eyes at me for days now, but I need an outlet of honesty...

Okay. Here goes. Tuesday afternoon I picked up all my maternity clothes from a friend who had borrowed them. As a little fun gift, she included her entire DVD set of The O.C., First Season for me to watch, because, as she said, "when you're pregnant and tired sometimes you just need to watch some mindless television." Little did she know.

I watched the entire first season--27 episodes--of The O.C., plus all the deleted scenes and special features, in 3 days.

I have this sickness. I can't start something and then just stop to go to bed or shower or eat lunch. Once I begin a project, it must be finished, and this counts as a project. I watched all the seasons of Alias over the course of about 6 weekends, and I have sworn myself off of watching 24 because I made Greg sit through like 8 episodes in a row and then got irritated that he wasn't "hardcore" enough to stay tuned. I don't really watch much TV at all anymore (I'm even less amused with Grey's Anatomy lately), so I don't know what came over me. I reverted back to my old self. I couldn't control it. I couldn't turn it off.

In my defense, I didn't watch it while Noah was awake and playing. He's been sick this week though so I've kept him home from daycare, he's taken naps each day for like 3-4 hours at a time, has gone to bed early, and has just wanted to lay on my lap and relax. And thus far he hasn't objected to watching a little Newport Beach drama himself...

Well I'm taking control again. At least for today anyway; she's bringing me the second season tomorrow.

Move Over Bono??

I'm wasn't having any problems with the fact that I'm turning 30 this year until yesterday at work. I was doing therapy on 2 patients; an 18 year old guy and a 13 year old girl.
Here's what followed:

18y/o: So I'm going to a Brad Paisley concert!

Me: Who's Brad Paisley?

18 y/o and 13 y/o in unison: WHAT? Are you an idiot? He's only like the most famous country singer of ALL TIME!

Me: Oh. I don't listen to country music. I do get to go see The Fray this summer, and maybe John Mayer.

18 y/o: Who's The Fray?

13 y/o: Who's John Mayer? Have you seen anyone cool in concert?

Me: Seriously? I've seen Dave Matthews several times and U2 and year and a half ago.
(actually I was too pregnant to go to U2 so my husband went but I was trying to make a point).

18 y/o: OK. I know one of Dave Matthews' songs. BUt if you asked anyone who they know better, I SWEAR 9 out of 10 people would know more Brad Paisley songs than Dave Matthews songs.

13 y/o: Obviously.

18 y/o: And U2 only has one good hit. Something called Vertigo I think. Do they even sing anything else?

13 y/o: Don't know any Dave Matthews. What's U2?

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I had nothing further to say. Am I getting so old that teenagers today actually don't know these bands, or did I enter the twilight zone of two freakish kids stuck in a stereotypic Texas country music video?? Someone reassure me...