The Weekend-er

I kept jotting notes to myself this weekend of things I wanted to share and just couldn't wait until next Friday. By that time I am sure I would look at my scribblings and wonder "what is that?" and "what happened again?".

I forgot to tell you this past week I cleaned the fridge and "discovered" that I could completely take one of the crisper drawers out and use it as a shelf instead. Maybe there are some of you out there saying "Duh!" but it was news to me. Boy, did that ever open up ALOT of space in the fridge. Ahhh! (Yep, that's me breathing a sigh of relief).

I had a craving Friday night for something sugary, preferably baked (no surprise, right?) so I settled on a compromise - sugar cookie dough. I remember when my mom would have us take turns stirring the bowl during the holidays, usually as we were on our way out the door to school, because it was just so thick and quite hard work for just one person. Wow, we've come a long way baby! My little hand mixer put it together in no time. Then I cut out a step - I proceeded to stand at the counter and eat the dough. Yum! And win-win: Ava and I actually made some sugar cookies Sunday afternoon. I thought she would enjoy cutting out the shapes with cookie cutters and it would break up the day a bit. Extra bonuses: she LOVES to help and watch me, LOVES to turn the light on in the oven to see what's happening, and most of all LOVES cookies. I thought it turned out well.

I spent some money this week trying to think ahead to birthdays and holidays, and taking advantage of clearance racks. I scored some nice stuff at Children's Place, Disney Store, Macy's and Target. I would post a picture, but it would ruin the surprise. I also bought Easter dresses for next year (which are too, too pretty). Yes, I think REALLY far ahead.

Last night television advertising did its job and worked its magic on Elliott, who decided he felt like pizza. I had put him off the night before ("I already made dinner") but while watching a half hour TV show we spotted three pizza commercials, followed by Sesame Street, who's letter of the day was P and so they went to a pizza parlor. Yep, that was it. My dinner plans were rearranged and we ordered pizza. So good job corporate America. You got us!

And on a final note, I have to share with you Ava's running commentary on life in our house around 8pm every night. As I was putting her to bed last night, sitting in the armchair cuddling the following conversation took place:
Daddy eating dinner. Food. Couch. (Yes that's right.)
Ninny sleeping, pillow. (Lily's sleeping, but no pillow for her.)
Mommy sitting chair. (Yes I am. What's Ava doing?)
Ada sleeping.
Out of the mouths of babes. And for the record, Elliott was eating dinner on the couch, which she was not able to see; she just knew.