eclairs, parties, keys, zits, a sick kid...and a whole bunch of other random stuff

and here's a totally random play by play of our weekend....

'cuz you really care, don't you?

friday night:

josh takes the boys (who had woken up with bad coughs that morn) to red brick pizza for "boys' night out." they get pizza and drinks, while i wait for my (bible) study crew to show up. only four of us make it to study and we think, hmm....why don't we take a field trip? to claim jumper? we hop in theresa's car and i call josh to tell him the plan. he tells me to swing by red brick, because he has a claim jumper gift card. the gift card says $50, but i know we've used at least some of it. we go to cj's, share an appetizer platter, clam chowder, cheesy garlic bread, and an i declair. okay....i haven't had one of those things in about fifteen years.....and oh my goodness....there are not words to describe the heaven on earth that it is. no word encompasses the joy one feels while eating that thing. it is huge. it is fattening. and it is delicious. the four of us have awesome conversation(s) as we discuss our study, we sit at cj's for three hours, and then we finally decide to pay the bill and head out. i ask our server if he can check the amount on the gift card, to which he points at the $50 and smirks. i tell him we've used it before and he goes to check the amount. he comes back and tells me, there's $1.74 on the card. i tell the ladies i'll be happy to make that my contribution to the bill.

saturday:

i get to sleep in a bit, before getting ready for my hair appointment. josh takes the boys to a birthday party in ladera ranch. i get done with my hair and have about two hours of alone time (bliss). i go to target and borders and i meander. i dilly dally. i take my time. i come home and have time to work on my bible study before the boys get back. we have a quiet, lazy afternoon...before heading to leah's house (to celebrate lukey's birthday). we pull up to leah's, and josh parks so closely to the car in front of us that i'm sure he's going to hit it. i hit him and say something sarcastic. then, as if in perfect harmony, josh takes the keys out of the ignition and tosses them toward my lap...as i open my car door- he misses my lap, causing the keys to fall straight down into the storm drain we've just parked next to. yep. gone, they are. i say something to the likes of....well, i guess that's what you get to do all night, and i head inside. i don't freak out and neither does josh. the kids run around and have fun playing, i start chatting with the ladies, and about a half an hour and three men later- the keys are retrieved (yes- josh had to crawl down in there). now we'll be able to drive home and get back into our house. yay. we eat a wonderful dinner, and the kids are still running around. a bit later, it's time to sing and have cupcakes and ice cream. hudson, who has been pretty cranky, sits down by josh- to share his ice cream. hudson starts coughing-hard- and because of his gag reflux, throws up into josh's ice cream. i sit there, wiping his face, while josh holds the bowl of melting ice cream and puke. after about ten minutes and five or so bouts later, josh takes hudson and goes home. bryson and i stay. someone (and i'm too nice to say who) at the get together/party has a gigantic, red, painful...pimple type thing on their nose. we joke about it and i tell the person maybe they should guide santa's sleigh that night. the person complains of this thing all night long and then i insist that everyone watch a really disgusting video on youtube- that my sister tricked me into watching a while back. i forget the exact title, but should you want to be truly disgusted....go onto youtube and type in something like biggest zit ever popped. don't say i didn't warn you. anyway- i get joy out of grossing everyone out. then leah is kind enough to bring bryson and i home (josh had taken the car). we'll probably never be invited back. josh and i go to bed. i read for a bit and josh watches an old clint eastwood movie. we eventually fall asleep.

sunday:

josh and i are awakened around 4:30 am. hudson now has a fever and is coughing horribly. he is afraid he's going to throw up again, so he's given a bowl to keep by his bedside. josh sits with him for a few minutes, we both pray over him, and i head back to bed. josh gets up around this time anyway- and heads to church, to blow down the grounds. hudson wakes up several more times, and tells me about two-headed dragons. we have a full on conversation, before i can get him to close his eyes and drift off. i finally fall asleep again, and don't remember hearing josh come back home around 6:45. my alarm goes off at 7:45 and i wake the hubby- to decide who's going to church and who's staying home. it's decided that i will go to church alone. i go and am blessed by awesome worship and pastor jack's message. i call josh when church lets out, and he sleepily answers the phone. i think he's messing with me, pretending to be asleep- because it's 11:15 when i call him. nope. he's not. he and the kids are all still sleeping. must be nice. anyhow- i get home and everyone eats lunch. we relax and just hang out. bryson builds a huge track out of hot wheels sets, and asks us to videotape him sending cars down it. hudson watches monsters inc.. we are supposed to meet my family for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants (urban thai). josh and i tell each other, you go....no- you go, and finally we make a horrible parenting decision.....that we will all go. hudson's fever was down and his coughing had quieted a lot. we stop by borders, so that i can make a return. we use a bunch of coupons and the kids get dragon books. i walk away with (free) super cute bookmarks. josh gets nothing. we head to dinner. hudson falls asleep on the way. josh lets him sleep a bit before bringing him into the restaurant. we have a delicious dinner with my sis, bro-in-law, peytie, and my dad (mom's in hawaii and dad is headed there tomorrow). after dinner, my dad offers to buy the kids an ice cream. i have to run into trader joe's for a few things and suggest that we find ice cream there. i do my shopping while the family walks around. the kids choose their frozen treats, everything is paid for, and then we all stand outside tj's...eating ice cream in the cold. the kids run around like wild animals, while the adults talk about how cold it is. we say our good byes, and justin saunters over to my car with a tv in his arms. we look at him weirdly and he tells us they are returning a tv we lent them. we don't even remember this, nor do we want the tv back. kelly says she's nesting (she's expecting) and we all have a laugh. everyone heads home. the kids go to bed and josh and i sit in front of the boob tube (not the old one we just got back!). i fall asleep on the couch. josh wakes me up and we head to bed. the kids sleep through the night.

monday:

...is not part of the weekend, but i just need to share that bryson woke up on the wrong side of the bed (even though his bed is built into the wall and there's only one way out). he does not want to go back to school....after having ten days off. he's nervous about the speech meet today. he has to recite three verses by memory and he will be "judged" on his performance. i tell him that he can "do all things through Christ who strengthens him." we pray and he and josh leave. he's trying not to cry. i pray that today will turn around for him. i keep thinking about how i hate mornings like this. the other kiddo wakes up...happy. he is complaining of a stomach ache, though, and has a low grade fever. poor dude. i pray with him as well, and give him some toast. i am reminded of how blessed i am. i think about how i married an amazing guy. he's a doting husband, and an attentive father. he should get an award for all he's done this past weekend (and for putting up with me). i pray for the week ahead. i wonder if there's anyone who will really read this whole post? ha. i check through the post for errors, while eating steel cut oats from tj's. i decide to send this really random post out and i think i have seriously gone mad.