1. I just watched Avatar for the first time last night.
Yes. I enjoyed it.
But nowhere near as much as Techy.
Who sat with his hands clasped in delight (the entire 3 hours) like a 5 year old girl watching Little Mermaid for the first time.
The smile on his face was reminiscent of every toddler at Sesame Street Live.
On another note, how sad is it that these are the places my mind goes? Little Mermaid and Sesame Street Live? Oh well. This is life now.
2. This weekend, thanks to a radio show, Techy and I had a hot debate about the order our children would watch Star Wars in.
I argued that it's only fair to make them watch it in the same order as I did.
4, 5, & 6 first THEN 1, 2, & 3.
Techy argued that chronological order is only logical.
I argued back that our children may suffer from "low-graphics-shock" after watching 1,2, & 3 then moving on to 4, 5, & 6.
Techy says it doesn't matter and that chronological order wins out.
Strange considering his statement that he was "so thankful that we have made such advances in technology that have provided us with such amazing graphics as those in Avatar."
Techy? Your kids are going to hate you for doing that to them. Just saying.
3. Little Man has mutated.
Meaning, the child has learned how to climb stairs.
Both up and down.
He has learned the meaning of the word "no" and that he doesn't typically like the word "no".
He has learned the word "mine". This may be the death of me.
He has learned to kiss on demand.
He has learned the back arch with which every child begins their temper tantrums.*
He has learned that his favorite thing in the world is to throw anything reminiscent of a ball as hard as possible.**
All in all, the kid is both incredibly adorable and incredibly spunky.
And I already have my hands full.
4. I suck at running alone.
Or when it's raining and I am wearing Techy's new $90 bluetooth headset.
More on this later. I promise.
I like to wallow. And complain alot.
And this will most definitely provide that outlet.
5. I went to sunrise service yesterday with my mom and my baby (not-so-baby-ish, about-to-get-married) brother yesterday.
It was different than any sunrise service I have ever been to before.
In every way possible.
And was most definitely eye opening and entertaining.
And most of all reminded me that having an "Empty Easter" isn't so bad.
After all, isn't the EMPTINESS what it's all about?
The Empty Cross....
The Empty Tomb....
6. I helped my child color his first Easter Eggs this weekend (read: stole my kid's joy by coloring them all myself).
They were the prettiest eggs ever.
Mostly 2 toned or striped.
Because I saw someone else do it, and I wanted to try it for myself.
All the while, my child sat strapped in a high chair playing with a truck and never once touching an egg.
Yes, I am an excellent mother, why do you ask?
7. I don't spoil my child.
I think I deserve considerable applause for this.
I mean, I managed to avoid succumbing my child to commercialism for yet another holiday.
And to top it off...
I also didn't buy an Easter outfit for the poor kid.
No argyle sweater vest or pastel blue shorts and dress shoes that he will only pull off in less than 30 seconds and start waving around to the nursery workers while screaming "shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" at the top of his lungs.
Nope. I didn't.
Will he ever forgive me?
To be honest, I am torn on whether these
I am leaning toward amazing.
Because clearly, there is so much teaching going on here.
My kid is learning the power of simple living.
And I should obviously milk that for all it's worth.
And for as long as it lasts.
8. While I like to pride myself on not spoiling my child, I really don't think it would be too much to provide him with a pacifier while we are stuck in the car for long trips.
As a matter of fact, I think this is entirely necessary for both my sanity as well as the sanity of my poor kid.
Because clearly there were several times when he would have/could have napped, but chose instead to scream without it.
And although he can certainly nap without one at daycare, he naps much better WITH one in the car.
9. I am an amazing wife.
As if it weren't obvious.
I let my husband drive all the way to Virginia.
And then all the way back to Delaware.
And then I let him mow for 2 hours.
Stand in awe of my amazing wifery skills.
I did let him sleep in before the big drive home.
AND I let him have the 2 hour time slot to mow, when clearly, I could have been running.
And yes, no matter what you think this was a HUGE sacrifice for me.
Because as soon as he was done and I went out, it started raining.
And rained off and on all evening.
So see? I really am amazing. AND generous....
And to top it off, I let my husband take my kid over to the in-law's for the evening so he could enjoy Easter Dinner with them while I attempted a 9 mile run.
And you thought I was joking....
10. I have been having a heated debate*** with MYSELF about whether I should be reading Water for Elephants or The Hunger Games trilogy after I finish Breaking Dawn for the 3rd time.
My friend, Emily, posted about having read Water for Elephants a few weeks ago.
And then I saw the preview.
And decided that I needed even more Robert Pattinson in my life.****
And hello?!?! I am readying Breaking Dawn AGAIN....
So wouldn't a natural transition be to go from RP to RP?
I.e., Twilight associated books to Water for Elephants???
But everyone else I know is talking about these amazing Hunger Games books that I just bought.
And how can I continue to NOT BE INVOLVED in those conversations?
So until further notice, I have given up the fight and am reading all 3 books at the same time.
Therefore, I am too busy to have friends right now.
* This, my friends, is the beginning of the end.
**This was only slightly problematic after we colored Easter Eggs....
***Secretly, the debate is centered around the sheer panic that Water for Elephants is in theatres already and Hunger Games hasn't even begun filming yet. Nevermind the fact that I get to choose when I see the movies.... Welcome to the inner workings of my mind....
****You know, because despite the fact that I read the Twilight books BEFORE watching the movies, RP will always be the face of Edward in my mind. And now, of course, Jacob Jankowski. Thank you very much, Hollywood, for ruining my imagination....