THIRTEEN

This little mama got stuck in our yard one morning.  Possums are so creepy. And apparently Possum and Opossum are the same thing. There is no difference. And neither of them hang upside down! I feel like my whole life has been a lie. 

2015 week thirteen

Happy Birthday to Matthew, the husband who buys you way better gifts than you could ever buy for him. It is surprisingly infuriating. :)

Matthew asked Renfros Salsa if he could take a tour of the factory for his birthday. They said no, but sent him a box of free salsa. So, still a win. :)

Spring bike ride. She is now fast enough that I can walk normally next to her.

One day she wanted to play in her pool. After she got bored of the water being in the pool, she started to scoop out cupfuls and pour it on the cat. Yzma didn't even move until she got some poured on her head. 

Then she got really bored of the water being in the pool and it was so much more fun to just pour it on the ground and play there. We played outside while Papa got a birthday nap. 

Beautiful girl. Waiting for Matthew's Chick-fil-A party tray (120 nuggets!!!) for his boys video games and chicken party. 

Hey look! A photo of me. All dressed for church in my "movie theatre seat print" dress. Can you guess who named it that? >:|

Happy 29th birthday Matthew. All he wanted for his birthday was a nap and a video game party, which meant he got to celebrate on Saturday and Sunday. Sunday he got sandwiches for dinner, Indiana Jones on Blue Ray, a surprise clean up of his car while we were at church by his little brother and a leather wallet from me (but his current wallet was impeccably made by his brother and will probably last forever so...).

We have been dealing with a lot of unnecessary whining lately and have been having a hard time knowing how to quell it without constantly shushing or telling her to stop or be quiet. Matthew and I have each developed our own ways to stop it.  When V is whining at me, I just say "Try again," until she suddenly stops whining and says, "Mama, can I have it please?" Or "Mama, can you hold me please?" Her ability to suddenly stop is slighting annoying because I wish the whining just didn't happen, but at least she is stopping.  When V is whining or crying over something unjustified, Matthew calmly tells her, "I'm sorry. You cannot cry out here. If you need to cry you can cry in your room. When you are calm, we would love you to come back out here." She immediately stops and says, "I'm calm." :) Silly thing.

Last week we made really delicious pork chops for dinner, but there wasn't going to be enough for us to both eat it for lunch the next day. I told Matthew he'd be getting the leftover refried beans but in the morning gave him the pork chop instead. When he got to work he was surprised and touched. He texted me, "love level: last pork chop." Yesterday for Matthew's birthday lunch I made him his favorite quesadillas with Renfro salsa, and the leftover half rack of dry rub ribs from Friday dinner, half a perfectly ripe mango, and a glass of Chick-fil-A lemonade. He dubbed it the perfect birthday lunch. Then he handed me the last bit of his ribs and check mated me with "love level: last birthday ribs." This is why we will stay in love forever. Happy Birthday wonderful Matthew.