I didn’t have any football games last night, which probably makes sense. Usually winning the state championship game signifies the end of the season. Now I’ll just sit back and wait for the scouts to call.
(I think I’ll probably go Ivy League, but only if their team colors match.)
What I did have last night was homemade corn chowder in the crockpot and a committee meeting to attend. I felt so grown-up, I could hardly stand it. When I got home, I asked Hubs if The Wall Street Journal was around so that I could read it, and I asked if he wanted to discuss our life insurance policy or the state of the nation or whether or not we should have our furnace serviced for the winter season.
Oh, I kid. When I came home, I totally put on my yoga pants and the sloppiest T-shirt I own. We gave Thing 2 a bath, listened to the Gummy Bear Song sixteen times on You Tube with the baby, and then I watched The Big Bang Theory, which is not quite as grown-up as 60 Minutes. Thank goodness. I can only take so much of being a mature adult in one evening before I have to yank my ponytail out and make a glass of chocolate milk.
Anyway, what I have for you tonight is a big heap of nothing, which really isn’t any different from all the other nights, I guess.
And I cooked Chicken Alfredo for dinner.
(If by cooked, you mean that I removed tray from box, cut a one-inch slit in the plastic film, and baked for 75 minutes at 375, then yes. I totally nailed dinner tonight, people.)
So I’ll just leave you with this lone snapshot from Thing 2’s bath last night. It was the first bath he’s been allowed to have since his surgery. Doctors like to keep those surgical stitches dry, regardless of how much dirt and grime and filth build up on the elbows and behind the ears. Thing 2, of course, was a mess. He had a week’s worth of yogurt and smashed bananas and dust bunnies from crawling on my floors built up all over him.
So what did Hubs and I do? We handed that baby of ours a blue sucker out of the boy’s leftover Halloween candy, because why not? He was already at his all time stickiest from all the un-bathing.
(Sadly, all we have left in the boy’s Halloween bucket is the crud candy. Suckers. Smarties. Tootsie Rolls manufactured in 1987. Anything with the word CHOCOLATE in the list of ingredients is long gone.)
Thing 2 devoured that sucker like a boss. That baby takes his sugar as seriously as his older brother does. He was covered in blue goo, but Hubs and I were armed and ready with the Johnsons & Johnsons baby wash.