It's official (I think) I'm getting sick again. Not so official I guess.
Today I went absolutl crazy and utilized my kitchen to it's full potential...I made buttertarts AND a lemon meringue pie! Both were fantastic by the way!
Oliver and I started our day as usual (pumping, eating, playing), only today I took any breaks that he gave me through napping or bouncing to make pie crusts and fillings and then pull it all together.
This afternoon the painter came to touch-up our peeling garage door, which was fine, but he totally half-assed the crap on the garage side that he did. At least we don't see that very often.
Sorry, this post is a little rushed because as you'll learn tomorrow, I'm feeling like crap and have a migrane coming on....ok, back to the 10th.
Just after the painter left Oliver woke up from a nap and wanted to bounce, fantastic, except for the fact that as soon as I put him in there he had a huge blow-out. What made this especially fantastic was that just before he went down for that nap I gave him a bath. Murphy's law, right. lol.
After cleaning him up, and a bareley anything feeding, Oliver fell asleep in his bouncer, and I fell asleep on the couch, instead of preping dinner. I wasn't feeling great, ok.
Anyway, my perfect, fantastic, adorable husband then offered pizza for dinner, so that I wouldn't have to go and cook. He really is perfect, even if he does reset his alarm in the morning.
We ate pizza on the couch, while I moaned and groaned and Oliver through a couple of fits and fought to not eat. The poor kid, his teeth are just driving him nuts. We (or I, Bo was playing with his phone) watched Heston's Feats (it was Roman tonight), and as usual was completly grossed out and loved every minute it. Then it was off to bed and time to sleep, I didn't even read, I was exhausted!