Yesterday, I was full of hope and promise, because I had coffee with a lot of creamer and some sugar. It was exactly how the Lord intended for coffee to be had, when He planted the coffee beans in Columbia.
And then Hubs and I basically caved to the peer pressure put on us by two other couples we love to pieces to join them in a Whole30. If you’ve been living beneath a rock for the last year and don’t know what the Whole30 is, let me explain. For thirty entire days, you can’t have any sugar (think… NOT. EVEN. KETCHUP. BECAUSE SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR IS IN KETCHUP!), dairy, grains, or fun. Today was Day One for us, which meant there really wasn’t even a reason to get out of bed. I drank a mug of pure naked coffee this morning.
It tasted exactly like crushed dreams, lost loves and death.
I can do all the grilled meats and veggies, and I love a good, green salad drizzled with balsamic vinegar, but the PLAIN COFFEE?! I pretty much needed counseling this morning, when I reached the halfway point of my coffee and pitched the rest down the sink.
I will keep you posted on the Whole30 progress, but just know that I am going to struggle with the coffee, and Hubs is going to struggle with no pre-dinner Coke over ice. Basically, I expect us to both throw our hands up on Day Four and call it quits.
In other news, I’m going to give y’all a big dump of pictures tonight, because it’s all I can really handle now, as I’ve forced myself to remember that there will also be no cream or sugar again tomorrow morning.
Way back in 1912, we went to watch one of Cousin M’s soccer games. I didn’t get the snapshots of him running all over the field and scoring a couple of goals off my camera until tonight, because… MAY HAPPENED. (Have I mentioned that May has been a touch busy so far?!) Just know that our cute Cousin M kicked the ball into the soccer net twice during this game a couple of weeks ago, and we clapped like wild people for him…
… until Thing 2 suffered a 6:50 PM meltdown on the soccer field’s sidelines that really needed to go home and be put into a pair of pajamas and bed.
The boy watched Cousin M’s game like this, because he answered his phone WHEN A GIRL CALLED:
I didn’t take pictures of him being stuck in the net. He was hanging upside down, and I needed both hands and all the cuss words I know to get his foot out of the netting. There was no extra hand for the camera!
Thing 2 has gotten into drawing pictures lately. He likes to draw trains, trains, and also trains. When he’s not drawing trains, he draws helicopters and planes.
Last weekend, while the boy worked at the golf course, Hubs and I took Thing 2 to our little friend Hudson’s birthday party. I have a little crush on Hudson, because ISN’T HE JUST THE CUTEST THING YOU’VE EVER LAID YOUR EYES UPON?! I swoon a little every time he grins at me.
I think the Sticker Tag Game, where kids were given a sheet of Star Wars stickers, and they ran like roadrunners all over the place, sticking stickers to one another’s shirts, while they tried NOT to get stickers stuck on THEIR shirts was the icing on the cake!
There was also a pinata, which Hudson’s dad OVERFILLED with candy. It was the equivalent to the Easter Bunny’s candy bag exploding on a lawn!
And you KNOW your five-year-old niece has a fantastic sense of humor when she turns to you while she’s eating a birthday cupcake and asks, “Do I have anything stuck in my teeth?” Oh, my gosh! I did the SNORT LAUGH, I thought she was so stinking funny with that one!
Later that night, Hubs and I joined two other couples (the ones who have bullied us into buying tickets for the Whole30 train and made our coffee-drinking lives perfectly miserable) at a posh little restaurant at the base of the mountain.
There are eighty-nine steps up to this restaurant.
I know, because I counted them.
We had THE BEST dinner, and I couldn’t help but whip out my phone to snap pictures of our meal, because it didn’t involve paper wrappers on a burger or a toy with the kid’s chicken nuggets!
The guys all had these hot chocolate drinks. They were heavenly creations of gourmet hot cocoa with hazelnut whipped cream, whiskey and bacon (BACON, Y’ALL!! BACON IN A MUG OF WILD TURKEY AND HOT CHOCOLATE!!), and I have been craving one every night since.
(Which is funny, given that I don’t even like whiskey.)
On a different night, the neighbor boys RODE ON OVER to our house, to see if the boy was home, but sadly… he was working. That big boy of ours LIKES to work at the golf course, which is why he missed out on joining his friends on the garage-sale wonder called the TANDEM BICYCLE WITHOUT WORKING PEDALS.
Earlier this week, Mam brought a wooden treasure chest craft project over for Thing 2 to do. It involved paint and glitter, so I basically needed an inhaler to breathe and a Valium to calm down with.
Paint and glitter have never been friends of mine.
And then we went from preschool graduation at noon to our kindergarten open house at 5:30, where Thing 2 and his classmates all got a chance to meet their teacher. We’re happy to report that Thing 2 already knows his teacher for next year, because she’s a darling friend of mine. We are head-over-our-heels thankful that Jesus saw fit to give us this beloved girl for our boy’s first elementary school teacher!
Of course, I’ll give you three guesses on WHICH KID dumped the entire Lego tub out onto the kindergarten room’s floor.
Did I mention that it was his ENTIRE HAND?
The ENTIRE HAND.
When he touched the table, he left palm prints that would have delighted a CSI team.
And there. That should about catch you up on life around here lately.
Y’all have a blessed and safe Memorial Day Weekend.