Oh the Blond Moments of Me...

Growing up, the fall time change was the BEST thing ever because Saturday became an hour longer. Now that I'm grown up (well now that I'm a mother), I'm not so sure how I feel about the time changing. It simply throws everyone's schedules off; and with my brilliant brains schedules get catapulted out the window. Saturday night I obediently turned my clock BACK an hour just like the bishopric reminder said; it should have said forward if you ask me. I woke up to no alarm, thinking my phone had simply malfunctioned, and proceeded to get ready for early morning meetings. I was cruising along waiting for my ride when the love of my life came downstairs and sleepily said, "Do you know what time it is, have you looked at your phone?" Who checks their phone at 6 a.m.? I looked and lo and behold it was almost 5 a.m. I was ready for church by 5 a.m. That my friends is a new record for me. Wide awake and alert I decided to lay back down and see if I could salvage at least an hour more of sleep. My mind started winding down and just as I was reaching sleepy the boy next door was wide awake. In my obedient clock changing I had also put my child to bed at 7 p.m.-now 6 p.m. I have never wanted church to be any earlier than 9 but yesterday I would have been happy with 6 o'clock meetings! My early morning meetings that I finally attended were the most lively I have ever sat in. the extra hour of sleep did those men good. Tate napped 20 minutes at church and decided that was all he needed for the whole day. During his quiet time while I napped he discovered he could reach his dresser drawers from his crib, and empty the contents onto the floor. He never ceases to amaze me. It was a LONG but wonderful day... Oh my brilliant blond moments.

Tater Tales: Reasons We Know Tate Belongs to Us (Part 1)

As Tate's personality emerges more and more every day, his many quirks acquired from his parents are starting to shine through. One of my favorites is his love of delectable items; namely ice cream and chocolate. There is a fast-food joint out here call Culver's that serves frozen custard. It is delicious and more friendly on the pocket book than the other wonderful ice cream shop. Word on the street (well word from my Wisconsin born friend) is that custard is different because it is made with eggs. I don't want to do the homework to check if that's true, but it is yummy! We took Tate there about a month ago and he LOVED sharing my shake with me. He would dip his blue spoon in and out savoring each morsel that got in his mouth. I think I was wearing about as much as he ate, but his happiness was worth it! Thank goodness for washing machines. A week later I went to Culver's with some friends and upon returning home deposited my empty cup in the garbage which now resides on our counter top. The next morning as Tate was sitting in his high chair, eating his squashed banana, he spied the Culver's cup. He was NOT happy. My little man knew what he missed out on and made sure I knew he wasn't happy about it. It was the same kind of reaction I would give to Josh if he got ice cream without me! We promptly took the garbage out. I was grateful Tate is still easily distracted. Lesson Learned - share ice cream or be more sneaky with hiding the remains.