Poodle Someone

Steve has worked his butt off all weekend - and he is exhausted.  He came home from work today and immediately fell asleep on the couch.  I was sitting nearby reading and he suddenly says, "poodle someone." I go, "uhhh…what?" And he again goes, "POODLE SOMEONE." I asked, "do you know what you're saying right now?" And Steve said, "could be." HAHA!  I just ignored him and he continued snoozing.  Once he woke up, he had no memory of this conversation at all.  Good times.

During Steve's absence, Wm and I have also been busy.  Wm has been a SUPER big help!!  After breakfast, he folded his laundry with minimal reminders.  Then, we went grocery shopping and Wm pushed the cart for me the whole time, helped me load up the groceries onto the conveyor, and even bagged one ("like a puzzle") bag himself before the bagger came and took over (Wm did a better job, actually).  Then, he helped me load the groceries into the car and carried them into the house and helped me put them away.  I was so impressed with him, I go, "let me take a picture of you to send to Daddy so he can see what a big help you are!" Wm goes, "DO NOT TAKE MY PICTURE IN THE STORE."  Needless to say, I didn't listen.  Wm's embarrassment does not faze me.  So this is the picture Steve got:

Humiliated by Mom in public

In my constant quest to get Wm to eat food of any kind, I signed us up for this service that delivers 5 healthy snacks every month.  This month, we got: "lemon zinger" pistachios, dried berry blend - blueberries, cherries, and cranberries, vanilla almond granola, sesame sticks and "pretzel balls." Wm discovered he loves pistachios!  Success!!!   Interestingly, the only thing he didn't care for were the pretzel snacks, which was the one thing I was sure he'd love. Here he is pointing out the granola, which he was very interested in trying (and devoured!)

We had the shower tiles professionally regrouted, sealed, and bathtub caulked last week.  We haven't been able to take a shower for over a week.  Baths do not cut it.  We have all felt sticky, smelly, and gross for a week.  FINALLY, tonight we all took looooong showers.  As we were tucking Wm into bed, I go, "doesn't everyone feel awesome after a shower?" Steve agreed, then Wm goes, "I ALWAYS feel awesome. Because I AM awesome." Truer words...