It's been weird having J home for 3 days this weekend. This morning we slept in until 9. I started hearing the Bug around 8. But he was just talking and playing. Is that a bad mom thing to do? I mean, I figure, I like to lay in bed and wake up for a while. Why wouldn't he?
When we finally got up and wandered downstairs, we have the following conversation:
J: What you making for breakfast?
Me: Bug and I usually have cereal or oatmeal.
J: But I like a Made breakfast
Me: I could make you cereal.
J: My mom always made hot breakfast.
Me: I could put your cereal in the microwave.
J wanders over to the pan of Rice Krispy Treats I made last night, cutting himself a square as big as Godzilla's hand.
Me: Uh, that's not a good breakfast.
J, taking a huge bite: Why not? You said you guys have cereal. This is just a mixture of Rice Krispy's and Marshmallow Mateys.
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In other news, so far so good on SYB. I'll admit, Sundays are a bit easier for me, being a Mormon (we aren't supposed to spend money or make people work on Sundays). However, I have been known to do a little online shopping. Cuz, see, the money doesn't actually come out that day. And no one has to actually work when I place my order over the weekend. They just take care of it when they come in on Monday, right? But, I refrained. Didn't spend a dime. Went to church. We took Bug to the park. I read blogs (which sucked, NO ONE posts on weekends). Took a nap.
Only 2 more days to go...
Bye.





