If only I could eat buffet everyday …
This weekend saw the completion of our bedroom closet - our clothes are hanging prettily on new racks, yay Bob! Just need the closet doors and it’s all set. That boy Bob is a wonder. The house (not to mention the lawns) looks better everyday due to him (oh okay, and my midnight fits of cleaning and arranging…)
Sunday was a bout of eating and sleeping. Brunch buffet at Marie Callendars with the Arroy’s - complete with a wailing Ava, and a nonchalant Aaron, looking around like hey - who’s kid is making all that racket?? But mama Karen handled it all with grace in between bites of her custom made omelet. Me, I feasted on salmon, quiche, a full salad bar and french toast and waffles - all on the same plate. Ye-uuuum! Ryan loooooved it, he was thumping around after that meal like he was auditioning for River Dance. Both of us fell asleep for 2 hours after that, them we cruised to the Armijo, Sr. house and hung out with la familia. Batches and batches of potato salad, Bob Sr’s fancy burgers and a case of the missing Coronas. Where did 22 Coronas actually go?? dum, de dum dum duh …..
Thank goodness I got out for a while. Been a bit stir crazy …. need a new little project to keep me amused. The house is coming along, slowly but surely. I am going thru another blah period. But not quite enough to get off my duff and do something. Poor Bob. He gets to live this with me. Feeling more and more heavy, and waddling is the mode of transportation, so uh ….. yeah.
No more than 80 days to go, maybe as few as 60 days … Can’t wait to meet this little guy.