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farewell, weekend.

i know i'm biased ...
but if you didn't just die of cute at least a
LITTLE bit you might want to get your
cute-o-meter checked ...
this was a very full weekend for our family. of course the big kickoff was sesame street live: elmo makes music on saturday morning. i knew john would be excited to see all the characters, my only concern was that the show came right around john's naptime and i hoped he wouldn't be a total grumpasaurus.

and lo and behold, he wasn't! he had a wonderful time playing with his friend hope at the river center before the show, and once we got inside he was utterly transfixed to see his sesame street friends dancing and singing up on stage. the light show had him literally oohing and ahhing, and he danced on his seat and counted along with the characters onstage. he was very excited to see bert (apparently bert is becoming one of his favorite characters). it was truly an awesome experience.

(a little side note to my high school friends ... they did a version of "fame" about the number eight. it was hysterical - i couldn't stop picturing our shs production of the show in 1998 and laughing out loud. "eight! i'm gonna count forever ...")

***

the rest of saturday was just a good nap and housework and errands. i did go for a run saturday afternoon in the hottest part of the day - not my wisest move ever, but i did survive! and sunday was a pretty normal day too, with church, more housework, and the dave ramsey financial peace university class my husband is facilitating sunday evening. 

(sunday was actually my husband and my sixth wedding anniversary! we didn't do anything super exciting - after all, we ARE trying intensely to get out of debt and build our wealth - but he surprised me with a sweet little present and we enjoyed our busy day together. happy anniversary, babe!)

john had a great time at the daycare during our class, and he must have played his little self out, because this was what i found in the backseat upon arriving home:

you know it's a good car-nap when you've
removed on shoe and you're still holding on
to your milk.
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and this morning was another early morning for little bug. his latest trick is yelling, "no!" when i try to wake him up from a deep sleep. his eyes are still closed, but he's yelling and fighting any motion towards waking. but once i got him up and dressed, he was in a fine mood.

oh, except for the whole plundering and pillaging thing:

he is a viking, after all.
 
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