Mundane Week with the Strawn's

A boring and mundane week was had by all here in Bridgeport.

The weather was nice, but hot. Monday, while Eden was at daycare, Lars and I mowed the lawn and did some gardening. As long as he’s in the backpack, he’s fine.

Monday night, I met my Weight Watchers Goal, then went home and had a huge bowl of ice cream with M&M’s. I’m sure I blew it, but I was very happy.

The rest of the week, Lars cried. By Friday morning, he had a tooth on top and a 2^nd one trying to pop through next door. On Saturday, I discovered a 3^rd tooth creeping up on the bottom. Needless to state, he had a miserable week trying to get those teeth in. I am so glad that we have discovered teething tablets, however. It’s a miracle non-drug for all those who like homeopathic stuff that actually works.

Eden is beginning to develop a new sense of defiance and mouthy-ness that we’re not sure where she found it. I’m sure it’s something that every almost 3 year old finds somewhere along the line, but still, I hoped to shelter my child from it. Alas, I grit my teeth and deal with the punches as they come.

Eden: “I want a snack”
Mom: “No, you just finished breakfast, it’s not snack time.”
Eden: “Yes it is”
Mom: “No, it’s not. If you take a snack, you will have no more snacks the rest of the day.”

(Five minutes later)

Mom: “Eden, where are you?”

Slience

Mom: “Eden, if you are eating a snack, I’m going to be mad.”
Eden: “I not”

Mom finds Eden, crumpling up the pouch that held the fruit snacks she just finished up

Mom: “There will be no more snacks today.”
Eden: “Yes I will”
Mom: “No there won’t”

We go outside to work in the back yard. I’m digging and moving sod with a 16 pound baby on my back. After a while, Eden wants her shoes and goes to the garage to find them. When she doesn’t return, I go looking for her. She’s not in the garage. The basement door is locked (meaning, she’s doing something she’s not supposed to and now I have to walk around the house). I find her in the downstairs living room, sitting at my desk, eating the last bite of an ice cream sandwich.

Of course, I go ballistic and send her to her room after a quick butt swat. She’s screaming, which wakes Lars from his nap and makes me even more happy. She quiets down immediately, and I just go outside for a few minutes. When I come back in to free her from the evils of her bedroom, she was waxing off the last of a bag of animal crackers that she’d hidden under her bed.

The rest of the week was much of the same…Lars crying and Eden being defiant, Mom pulling her hair out.

Al was pretty busy getting ready for a renewal of vows service for an out-of-town couple that had all of their family here. He also had new member class on Monday and Tuesday evening, which took care of those days completely.

On Wednesday, he and I went to Scottsbluff to see “On Golden Pond” which was being performed at Theatre West and was very well done.

We were saddened to learn, earlier in the week, that the main character of last month’s play, “A dog’s life” was killed in a motorcycle accident in Wyoming. He was a talent and an asset to that theatre department and had a wonderful role in the last play.

The weekend was fairly relaxing. The kids and I had dinner with Douthit’s on Friday, as Al had a rehearsal. Eden took two naps in two days, just as Lars was waking up both times (naturally). I finished McKenzie’s Christmas present and washed the kitchen floor. Nothing too exciting, but sometimes, that’s good.