Virginia Woolf Does It – Why Can’t I?

This weekend I made buckeyes.

And it isn’t even Christmas.

Our washer has been blinking E20 every time I try to wash a load of laundry.

I woke up Sunday morning with a severe crick in my neck and my Hawkeye curled around my head.  When I told him “good morning” he replied, “If I eat a vitamin and a bite of spaghetti at the same time, what would that taste like that?”

We brought our heat bill down by $90 last month but this weekend’s colder weather will likely alter next month’s bill.  Our thermostat rests at 58 degrees.  In the morning I can see my breath in our laundry room. Could that be what’s wrong with the washing machine?

Our family drove two hours to meet another sweet baby framily member.  Gunnar is so handsome.

There is never enough time to spend with these women.

Our friend Raegan turned two this weekend.  The kids attended her Elmo birthday party.

Kevin and I went through a day’s training at our church to be Shepherding Group leaders.  I sat there.  Amazed that God has allowed our story to look like this.  Amazed that our road has led us from death to life.  And grateful for this realization.  For second chances.  For grace.

Kevin bought three Donatos pizzas on our way home from our framily visit.  I remembered that I think Donatos pizza is rather low on my list of tastiest pizzas.

The wind has been ripping through our house lately.  I’m all out of clear tape to re-seal some of our plastic window coverings.

We saw a bobcat on our driveway last night.

We ate mac and meat for dinner Saturday night.  Does anyone else ever eat that?  For some reason, my children think it is the equivalent of a steak dinner.

Riley’s swollen jaws have settled down and she can now consume regular human-style foods.  For which she is rather grateful.  Because she does not agree with my assessment of Donatos pizza.

Fox tried to use the bathroom somewhere other than his diaper this weekend.  He says, “I poo pee I get two nim nims.”  I say, “Yes.”

Can you be more succinct than me and describe your weekend in eight words or less?

(There is no logic behind my choice of the number eight.  No logic at all.)