Extravaganza! Don't you just love that word? It might just be my favorite word, and I don't get to say it nearly enough. I seem to say "Crap!" quite a bit, though. Hmmm. Anyway, this has been life in my household the past week or so...
We really love that drum - the whole family fights over it. If I had more time, and wasn't lazy, I'd show you the video of Dylan's grandma with the drum around her neck, marching through our house, with Dylan following behind her with his instrument of choice - in their parade. I'm sure I'll be regretting my encouragement of the whole drum thing when he's in his teen years, but the deal is this... If he starts a band, I get to play the drums in it.
On Saturday I got the haircut from hell. On Sunday I (shudder) went back to the Torturer, because she had to fix my hair. When your husband tells you "you have a mullet", drastic measures are required. I had her cut the back off to eliminate the mullet, so now it is even shorter than before, but at least I don't look like one of the Beatles. Well, I guess since you all want to see a picture of the haircut SO bad..
I'm going to seriously disappoint you, because uh-uh, no way!
Sunday, we also took Dylan to the farm. There is a working farm not too far away, that allows visitors to walk through and see the animals, and we hadn't taken Dylan since last summer. What fun! Especially since there were baby sheep, baby chickens, and brand new just born baby bunnies! But, the most important part for Dylan was the "Moo". He talked about it the whole way home.
Sunday night was bath night. Yes, bath night. We only give him a bath once a week due to the ezcema. I'm thinking that's not gonna fly this summer, though, because he has discovered the joy of getting dirty.
The house hunting thing is mind numbingly frustrating and depressing. First, we found our dream house...well, not 100%. It had a septic tank. Jim said "I'd shit in a bucket to live in that house". (Thank you Jim, for making me laugh during this process). Problem was, after we ran the numbers on the house (that the bank said we CAN afford) we realized it is at least 25,000 out of our price range. Jim said "I would HAVE to shit in a bucket because we couldn't afford to flush the toilet". Well, that kind of negates the "dream house" image, doesn't it? A few days ago I discovered it is now contingent, so it will probably sell. Now, we compare every other home we see to that one. I was imagining myself in that house. I imagined Dylan sitting doing homework in the huge kitchen, while I cooked dinner. I imagined myself getting tons of laundry done in the first floor laundry room, like a time efficient wife, as opposed to the running out of clean underwear wife I currently am. Ugh, while I was imagining, other people were buying, so PHLPPTTT! I have this problem of always planning for the next thing, instead of seeing the good in the current thing, so I stopped to smell the flowers and appreciate a beautiful sunset, from our current front deck. Life is still good. I know that. Just let me bang my head off this wall a minute more, and then I'll be just fine.