Matt’s parents came yesterday to spend the afternoon and evening with the boys.
And the skies opened, revealing the very heavens above, and together Matt and I flew on the wings of angels far up into the sky and slid down on a rainbow singing the Hallelujah Chorus…
Or holed ourselves up in the office for 3 hours and did our taxes and all kinds of other financial crap. But whatever. The Devil’s in the details.
We did go out later for an absolutely incredible Indian dinner here. (We decided to do this once we found out we were getting a decent refund – thank GOD – because if we had owed, we’d have taken our forks straight out to the dumpster in the alley and started digging. I kid you not.) So we did go out and do something nice, I swear. Now stop hounding me. Sheesh.
Anyway, this is all a very long and obnoxious way of saying that Matt’s parents were here and we were beyond grateful. Furthermore, my mother-in-law brought some adorable fleece scarves she’d made for the boys out of carefully-chosen fabric (CARS movie printed fleece for Lyle, sharks for Baxter), and they wore them all evening, by grandparent report. They were (appropriately) not allowed to sleep in them due to the inherent choking hazard, but one tiny scarf had been made for Lyle’s “Baby” – it matched Lyle’s, and Oma determined that Baby was unlikely to meet his demise by choking on a CARS scarf in the wee hours, and so he got to wear his to bed.
Have we discussed the fact that OMA ROCKS?!
Fast forward to this morning…one of the best parts about having a 7-year old in the house is that he is savvy enough to operate most of our techmology himself. So when the boys woke up at 6:07 am (thanks, Captain Time Change!), they were able to go turn on a Wallace & Gromit DVD themselves and we could attempt to go back to sleep despite the sounds of Wallace asking for his Wensleydale and Gromit shooting at a penguin from a steam train car.
When I finally got up and went into the living room, I frightened the boys by laughing out loud very heartily. This might not sound nice, but you would have, too, even though most of you are ever so much nicer than me.
PS: Just to freak you out further, here’s Baby all decked out in his jaunty new scarf as he headed to church today, tucked into Lyle’s seat belt: