getting out

There is probably nothing more boring to read than a catalogue of someone else's pleasant day's activities. But on the other hand, there is some novelty involved, because most personal blogging that I've read deals with angst, pain, or tortorous journeys of discovery. Well, there will be none of that here today!

It was a good day: Slept in until 10, dawdled around on the 'net for a couple of hours, then we rounded up the kiddos and headed out to lunch at Chili's, which is never spectactular but usually dependable. I varied from my usual burger and got the grilled tuna steak sandwich -- I had forgotten how good that is. I'll have to remember it for the next time, which hopefully won't be for another month -- I've been to Chili's twice in 5 days! That's quite enough, I think.

After lunch, we scooted over to the mall, where we dropped the children off at the new play place at Harkin's Theater, and then we went to see The Bourne Supremacy, which was great. Then we picked up the kids and came home, had margaritas and ordered Chinese food for dinner... my sister called and we chatted for a while, DH went and got dinner...

You see, it was nothing spectacular, just nice. Also, I had the entire day off from cooking which was really lovely. I do get burned out from that.

Yesterday was a similarly escapist day, except I dove head-first into Lloyd Alexander's The Book of Three, which I ostensibly bought for DS1, but had to re-read since it was so long since I had read it. It was a fun read although I think now it may be a little too much of a push for him, the chapter books he is reading now top out at about 80 pages of larger type. He doesn't seem particularly interested now, either, although I expect that to change later. He's too much like me not to be interested...

DS2 is growing up so fast. He is into getting dressed all by himself now, and refuses help in the bathroom(!!), and has finally figured out how to work the door getting in from the garage. Today he put his sandals on all by himself, too. What happened to my baby?! I'm happy to see how good he feels about himself being able to do these things on his own. The best "self-esteem" is born of a sense of accomplishment, I think.

I am very grateful for everything I have, especially for being aware of it all.