My (little) Guy

Little Boy G continues to add a lot of happiness and laughter to our house. I’m probably just easily amused, but that boy cracks me up. It’s a non-stop laugh riot when he’s around. The cutest things are the simplest ones. His interpretations of words and things around him keep me smiling the whole day through. Here’s a taste of what I mean:

  • Lollypop: Ice Pickle
  • Watermelon: Waterlemon
  • Yellow: Lello
  • Secret: Speakrette (kind of clever, actually)
  • Yogurt: Logert
  • Optimus Prime: Opta Mister Prime
  • Scuba Diver: Scooper Diver

In a word? He’s Awesome.

This weekend was kind of chilly. Perfect timing for a family who just got new windows in the house. We love love love the windows. My cute little husband walks around announcing that he’s going to go open a window. Since we moved in five years ago (!), we have never opened the windows (well, a couple in the sun room), but generally, because they were either painted shut or due to the high lead content, we never opened them now. At the moment, we have several open an it is sublime. Windows. They rock.

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Window Shopping

We’re getting new windows tomorrow. Well, and probably Tuesday and Wednesday as well, since that’s how long it will take to replace the old ones. We’ve never really been able to open our windows in the past. I think they’ve been painted shut (lead paint, at that) for over thirty years, so we’re looking forward to that.¬†We’ve been waiting to do this for quite some time. Earlier in the year, Hubby said, “Dear, we’ll be able to pay for both the adoption (the big final payment) and the windows (hugely expensive), but we won’t be able to pay for them at the same time. So as long as these two events don’t occur simultaneously, we should be okay.” Famous last words.

Well, guess what? The referral came at the end of August, and the windows are coming tomorrow. Not exactly simultaneous, but c’mon. So what does this mean? Fewer Target trips for one. And that’s bad news for me. The good news is I’m cleaning out my freezer of stuff that I bought ages ago, but either forgot about or just never got around to eating. That’s kind of fun and it makes my freezer look so much bigger when it’s not jammed full of food. Maybe I should do this once or twice a year. A culinary catharsis of sorts.

I just made LBG pizza for lunch. He demanded pizza. I told him I didn’t think we had any, but when I looked in the freezer (it’s easier to find stuff now), there was a bag of frozen pizzas that I purchased from the Spring fund drive at school. They’re the kind you hand make yourself. The last time I made one for him? He hated it. And I couldn’t blame him. It tasted like warmed up bread with sauce and cheese on top. Yuck. So this time, I rubbed olive oil all over it, top and bottom, before putting it in the oven. The result? A perfectly crispy pizza. And the best part? He loved it.