The other day we ran out of bread so he couldn't eat his standard PB&J for lunch. He requested to eat this can of fruit cocktail I had in the pantry. It was for him, but I was thinking he'd eat it a few different times, like maybe four. Nope. He ate the entire can full for lunch.
I can't really stand fruit cocktail. The slimy grapes, the yucky peaches. The only thing I really like in there is the pears, and sometimes a pineapple fools you into thinking it's a pear.
Anyway, I'm not a fruit cocktail fan. But my son is. And it's just crazy to me.
It's great. I'm glad he loves food that's actually good for him. (Along with plenty of foods that aren't good for him.)
Speaking of eating and the dining room, Kris did something nice for us today.
There was a chandelier in the dining room that we didn't like. It's just like a chandelier that was in the dining room at our first house in Missouri. Gold, not very pretty. We replaced the one at our old house as soon as we could.
I realized yesterday that we had a box of hanging lights down in the basement that we'd gotten a couple of years ago as a really good deal from some hardware store. We didn't have a place for them at the time. So Kris went for it to see if we could use those to replace the unfortunate chandelier.
I'm glad he's handy because I sure wouldn't know how to do this.
Max was very distressed when he took the chandelier down though. He couldn't figure out why we didn't like it. He had all these reasons why he liked it. Like the ring at the bottom and some other funny stuff. In fact, by the end of his plea for it he was saying he LOVED it.
Who knew the man had such a strong opinion on the lights in the dining room?
Here's how they turned out.
I think they're lovely. They hang a little ways above the table. The blue is really nice.
They're SO much better.
And what did Max say about them? He LOVED them. I was relieved.
We went clothes shopping for Max this afternoon. He's pretty much grown out of everything he has. His pants are all too short, and his shorts keep creeping shorter up his legs. The shirts he's been wearing all summer are starting to look short and some of them are so stained and nasty I can hardly look at them. So we thought it was about time for some new threads, especially since he starts his school in a couple of weeks.
We ended up going to Old Navy and found a bunch of cute stuff for pretty cheap. He looks so cute in the clothes. I'm so envious. I wish I could go to the store and get a whole bunch of cute stuff that I know will look perfect on me! The little stinker.
See look at those adorable little jeans! So cute.
He's playing with Kris's tape measure in this photo. He has a thing for it. It drives me crazy.
I'm glad he can start looking cute again. He was starting to get a little ratty looking.
Can you see the giraffe skin on the floor in those pictures? We went to the zoo yesterday (and I forgot my memory card, so sorry no photos) We saw some really cool giraffes and so he was inspired to get out his Halloween costume from last year. He does make a cute giraffe.
More measuring tape antics.
This soccer jersey that my siblings got for him in England is one of his favorites. It's getting so short and tight and has so many old stains....it's going to have to be sneaked off into some sort of memory box.
Kris has been on call this week for the first time, but hasn't been called in once so far. We're wondering if all the emergencies are waiting for tomorrow or something. Luckily Max and I already arranged a ride home from church in case he has to ditch us.
Maybe he'll get off easy and won't get called in at all for the whole two weeks...we'll see!
And last item for the update.
Here's my burned arm.
This can happen when one actually cooks dinner. I was trying to keep myself between the dog, the boy and the oven door when I removed the cooked dinner from the oven yesterday and I paid the price. Way to sacrifice my body, right?
Later.
