Bookerdogs make perfect swordsA portrait of the woman as a 30-something mommy, and perhaps a few thoughts from her husband...Monday, April 21, 2003Beth CBeth C200179911Tough, tough day in toddlerland today.
The weather is leaning towards the crappy side, so we didn't get outside that much, and I didn't have any errands to run, so we were pretty much home-bound today. I thought this would be fine, since we had schlepped Auggie to my hometown and back in a smidge over 24 hours, but even he was at the door saying, 'Bye-bye? Bye-bye?' most of the afternoon.
I should've just sucked it up and headed to the mall or something.
So we were both eyeing each other warily by the time Tim got home, and I sweetly asked him to watch August and make dinner whilst I completed a stress-relieving workout. Is my husband the best ever? You bet your sweet bottom he is!
Highlight of the past weekend: My grandmother made a childhood favorite -- fried pies. For those of you that have not lived, these are individual-sized pie crusts, folded in half, filled with apples or apricots and then deep-fried. That's it. No too-sweet icing or anything. I ate one, and suddenly I was ten again. It was heaven.]]>