A non-crazy day? Can it be?

This week has been an absolute whirlwind. I cannot believe it's already Thursday. And it's Labor Day weekend to boot - where has the year gone? But what was cool about today was that I didn't get non-stop emails and I decided to leave work at 5 for a change (what a novel concept). So by the time I got home, I had a little time to unwind before going to babysit my niece. What a relaxing evening that turned out to be (no sarcasm there - I mean it!!!)

Madelyn ran to the door when she saw me coming, saying "Katy, Katy, Katy, Katy" the whole way, and hugged my leg with a big smile on her face as soon as I got in the door. She sang every word to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" for me - and in tune too! Then we watched Clifford (truly, very relaxing), read some books and she went to sleep at 7:30 without so much as a peep. What a change of pace this day was compared to the past several. Thanks God! I needed this.

Ding Dong ...

... the mouse is dead. Thank you Jason! :)

Saturday

Well, I did something today that I vowed I would never do. I went into work on a weekend. (This better not be the start of a trend!) I'm scheduled to be in meetings from 8 to 5 for the next two weeks straight, and am somehow expected to still get my regular job done. So for the sake of my own mental sanity, I wanted to at least start out the week all caught up. Two hours completely alone in the office really helps with efficiency. I got a lot done and I feel better now about next week.

When I got home, I mowed the lawn, and ewwwwwwwwwww! I saw a mouse! It was teeny-tiny, but it freaked me out anyway. Everytime I pushed the mower near the fence where it was cowering, goose bumps appeared on my legs despite the horrendous heat. Needless to say, there are some zig-zag patterns in the lawn from my delicate maneuvering to avoid any potential contact with the mouse. (Sorry J, my fear of random creatures supercedes my desire to have a well-manicured lawn).

Economics Joke

For some reason, this story popped into my head just now from when we were candidating for Jason's job in California. After the senior pastor found out that I was an economics major (so was his son), he asked, "What's the difference between an economics major and a pepperoni pizza?"

I shrugged my shoulders and waited for the punchline. "The pizza can feed a family of four."

Ouch.

So true.

What a Cutie

When my mom went to get my niece after her nap in the Pack-n-Play, which was right next to the dresser in my mom's bedroom, Maddy was wide awake under a blanket and said, "I put on Grandma's socks." There was a pair lying next to her on the floor, so my mom figured that was the pair she'd tried on and discarded. Then she removed the blanket and found this: