| The Sausage King of Chicago ( @ 2009-05-09 21:19:00 |
The wind snapped off a good third of our lilac bush. It just bloomed a day ago! Nature, you suck. I had the perfect branch out my office window for watching birds alight onto the finch feeder, no more.
Today M and I had a chance to briefly leave the house together sans children, which doesn't happen that often. We squandered it on a lunch of wings and beer (I know, wtf?) and then I made M wander the new baby store and then the pet store, where I resisted the urge to fill my pockets with kittens. We are apparently not exciting date people. Maaawidge.
Owen started Little League and he's all grown up and stuff. He's just a big kid now, full of poop references and constant imaginary fight sequences. He's all about Daddy because Daddy's awesome and plays video games, and Mom serves him peas and makes him take his feet off the table. I get a lot of eye-rolling and big sighs now. I'm not exactly adjusting well to all of this.
Today M and I had a chance to briefly leave the house together sans children, which doesn't happen that often. We squandered it on a lunch of wings and beer (I know, wtf?) and then I made M wander the new baby store and then the pet store, where I resisted the urge to fill my pockets with kittens. We are apparently not exciting date people. Maaawidge.
Owen started Little League and he's all grown up and stuff. He's just a big kid now, full of poop references and constant imaginary fight sequences. He's all about Daddy because Daddy's awesome and plays video games, and Mom serves him peas and makes him take his feet off the table. I get a lot of eye-rolling and big sighs now. I'm not exactly adjusting well to all of this.