Last Week

Thursday morning, Deac and I skipped our walk so we could go to his very first story time. We got all gussied up and hustled down to the library. We were informed that story time is on Wednesdays. Ooops. So we went to the grocery store instead. Good thing he is too young to be disappointed. In case you're wondering, this is what 'gussied up' looks like:

Deacon in his new shirt from Grandma Jo

Friday morning I followed through on something I've been wanting to do for Nathan for a long time: surprise him with a massage at a new place down the street. I told him all week I had something planned and he was excited. Then we pulled in front of the store. Let's just say his enthusiasm left a lot to be desired. He did not want to do it! First he said that I deserved the massage and should take his place (I was very tempted). Then he said he felt bad for spending money on himself. Where is this self-deprecation coming from? I told him I would be spending money on myself by shopping during his massage---so we'd be even Ü. Finally I had to tell him he'd hurt my feelings if he refused my gift.

While I was shopping with Deacon, we passed an aisle with baby blankets and he grabbed one off the shelf. He went straight for the fuzzy and it kept him quiet the whole time.

Nathan was singing a CoMplETely different tune when I went to pick him up. He had a deep tissue massage and was very glad I "made" him do it. I had to take a picture of the very different husband that came out.

I've been going in and out of Nursery with Deacon the last 3 Sundays, but this week was the first time I could leave him and not feel guilty because he is officially old enough to be there. I asked Nathan if he wanted to go on a date....to Sunday School. We haven't been able to go together for 6+ months, so it was nice.

Going up the stairs to Nursery.