Our first weekend in our new house surrounded by all of our "things," many of which are still in boxes was wonderful. We did absolutely nothing. Chris and I cooked together, watched a movie/tv in our bed while the kids slept, I enjoyed a nap with our girls each afternoon, Chris played a math game with Claire while Mya and I decorated their room, the kids played in the freshly fallen snow and invaded the privacy "that man," who I later met while checking on my children from a 2nd story window was in fact our neighbor Tom. It was wonderful. We weren't in a rush to go anywhere. No schedules to keep. We stayed in our jammies until after 10:30 each day and finally, in our own time, unpacked some boxes, hung some pictures, and ran our errands. It was simply perfect. I love happy, relaxing, family time. It definitely warms my heart. These are the moments I cherish most--the ones that allow you to savor each minute, step outside yourself and see how perfect life is at that very moment, and see your family for the amazing people they truly are. I am so very blessed.
You wanted it, you asked for it, so here it is. A post. Hopefully this post will satisfy all your desires. I am not writing about the apple of my eye, Claire, but of the other apple of my eye--reality tv. I love it! Right now I am getting my fill of Big Brother. I have even lured Chris into my dark place. He mostly watched last season because Dick was such a jerk, but Chris is hooked. He's a dedicated viewer once again this season. Sadly, he was a fan of Matty who was kicked off a few weeks ago. I don't think I have a favorite. I find them all to be so obnoxious, yet I watch. Go figure. I obviously need some more excitement in my life. Girls who wear butt showing shorts, screaming matches, verbal abuse, crazy eyes, back stabbing, boys running around in their colored tighty whiteys (if tighty whiteys are colored, are they still called tighty whiteys?)---all in one episode! It is a gold mine. My second can't miss show is Housewives of Orange County or New York City. I really ...
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