sunday citar

Yesterday was a day for an adventure.

However, when I woke up at 8:30 (thank you Jack, sir.) and realized I had to be across town by 10 I wasn't prepared for such an adventure. I rushed to get ready (it's always those mornings that I can't figure out what to wear) and rushed to eat breakfast (frosted mini wheats with raisins to be exact.) I drove towards an unknown destination and tried to figure out where I was going. I tried and failed. Miserably. In fact, I made a wrong turn and found myself stuck in the mud, snow and slush. I tend to hit panic mode when things like that happen. I have flashbacks to when I was sixteen and accidentally ran my dad's car into the side of the garage. (To my credit, I had never driven in a car before and was asked to move it from one side of the driveway to the other. I panicked. Let me tell you, I can panic well.) Which is strange, really. When I gave birth I had read enough garbage books to prepare me for the pain so I waited until transition to hit the panic button on my freak-o-meter. And did I panic? Why yes, yes I did. Especially flyin' without any pain meds whatsoever. I panicked loudly, too. 

So yesterday. Yesterday, I called John (who was home with Jack) crying my eyes out and telling him "I am stuck. Come save me. Come save me!" I could hear the softness in his voice as he tried to console me and remind me that everything was going to be okay. 

Sure, "okay" until I realized I had both sets of our Land Cruiser keys. Claaaasssiic pig as my sister would say. Now I was both embarrassed and hitting panic mode like it the was the snooze button on...any given day of the week.



I waited a while before calling my dear friend Keri and her hubby Orion. They came to the rescue and we worked for a while spinning tires, trying to get the car out with the help of their truck and falling on our bums on the ice. Finally, we gave up and decided to drive the 20+ min home to John. I was reaching my limit and knew it was time for Mel to exit the scene. She had done enough damage.


Enter, my dear John. Some days I feel like I take his kindness for granted and that his gentle spirit and noble ways as merely his character and not treasured for the wonder that they are. 

 

 

Yesterday, he reminded me of his Knight-ness and saved the day. He drove the Land Cruiser to the hill that had captured the car and before long had pulled the vehicle out of it's rut and onto dry land. Such a picture of what he does for me more often than not. He's so consistent and solid. I need to tell him that more often. I really don't know where I would be without him. Probably still stuck on that hill. 

I think Jack was enjoying the adventure a bit more than me

"You have no pretenses
All your walls are fences I can see right through
You have no two faces
You know where our place is and that’s why I need you"

Undone Sara Groves

Happiness Project: episode 4

Yesterday Jack got up at 4am. 4-a-m. That is way too early to be awake. After 2 HOURS of trying to put him back to sleep he dozed off around 6 and slept until 8:30 (which is something he hasn't done since he was 4 months old.) We celebrated by getting McDonalds coffee and rushed to meet friends for our first off-roading adventure with the Land Cruisy.  The sky was overcast and the wind was strong, but it wasn't that cold. It was just perfect.
  







We took the trails carefully and Jack slept for most of the time (after waking up at 4am, I would too.) We stopped at our favorite look out and ate clementines and drank coffee (not the best mixture, citrus and bitter coffee, but ya know. We were being adventurous!)

 Later we (as in Keri and I) went to Goodwill with the kiddo. Pro? It was 50% off day. Con? Trying to maneuver around the madness that is Goodwill on 50% off day.

On Friday night John and I went to the Resort in Prescott where we saw our Gingerbread house display!

 

Since Jack has stopped nursing I've noticed this little boy introducing himself. He's always been a boy, obviously, but for the first year he seemed to be just a baby. He's gotten a little personality that is hilarious and so loving. Am I a bit bias? Of course. He recently started giving hugs and when he gets up from his nap he reaches to me and hugs my neck so tight. Oh, I'm a puddle of love every time.

 

Jack giving his precious hugs.

My most recent song obsession? Gwyneth Paltrow singing
 Forget You.


I'm not the hugest fan of Glee, but I do love this version. 
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I could literally listen to a favorite song all day for a week. Then...I'm looking for something new. Is that bad?