We were pretty lazy this past weekend in terms of getting out of the house and being social. However, we were quite productive inside the house - 1. finished painting the trim in the guest bedroom and didn't kill each other in the process 2. all laundry is done {at least for the moment} 3. air filter successfully changed on the lawn mower {lawn not successfully mowed} 4. homemade banana nutella bread {pictured above and major highlight of the weekend} {recipe here}.
I have a lot to get done over the next few weeks in order to prepare for the impending arrival of my mother, sister, and the most precious baby nephew in the entire universe. Although Thomas is closing the gap to three and runs around screaming like a punch drunk maniac, in my mind he will always be our first baby. I would have to say that being overly maternal is the only southern gene I did not inherit - I love to throw parties, dress up, and play house with my silver but never had I ever dreamed about playing house with children until my nephew appeared. Well, all mushiness aside, as I will be running around Charleston with my head cut off I will at least want to look the part of a prepared and composed Southern woman this weekend. Ta ta for now!
So this completely cracked me up last night. Linus absolutely hates the sound of fireworks {and thunderstorms for that matter} and when is under duress from these noises he usually runs around the house holding his stuffed weenie dog {ironic and weird, I know}. Last night after a fit of hysteria he sat on the couch with us and he actually began watching the fireworks on TV - I couldn't resist documenting the only time he will give in. However, after his attempt at being brave he slept under our bed all night.
