tuesday

boyd had pictures made at school this morning,

in a cap and gown, 

for pre-k graduation.

i can't even go there yet.

moving on.

i had a really lazy morning, and i feel guilty even admitting that.

guilt shouldn't get in the way of some down time, but i always think of everything else i need to be doing, 

or the fact that kevin is at work, or so many of my friends are at work.

after about 2 hours of seriously doing nothing,

i decided it was time to get moving.

i made coffee, straightened up the house, pulled weeds, and cooked enchiladas.

 our neighbor used to make this dish, and he called it messed up chicken enchiladas. 

in large mixing bowl combine...

1 large can of cream of chicken soup, 1 can of chicken {drained}, 2 cans of rotel {not drained},
12 corn tortillas cut in strips, 1-2 cups of shredded cheese, black pepper and minced onion.

spray glass baking dish, add mixture, and bake uncovered for 30 minutes at 350.

serve with salsa and sour cream. 

i picked boyd up from school, and he told me that his friend was going to a new indoor trampoline park right down the road. i kind of had a feeling that he got his wires crossed, but it's really cold today, and i thought, why not. usually i want to come straight home after school. i'm a creature of habit.
we went, his friend never showed up, boyd jumped for an hour, and he loved it. boyd made friends with one of the cute teenage girls that worked there, and even though i could tell she was trying to flirt with two teenage boys, she was still really sweet to boyd. i sure was feeling old around them though. heck i feel old just telling that story.

the place is really big, with 7 or 8 different areas, and probably a hundred or more trampolines.
we will go back for sure.
and i will jump with him next time, even if it's full of cute teenagers.

here are a couple of boyd's crafts that he did today at school, for earth day.
i asked him what the hearts were for, and he said,
those are hearts to tell jesus that we love the earth.

then i saw this and that he had written his name backwards and the worrier in me got all anxious.
so we practiced some more when we got home, and all is well.
{although he did spell BYOB, so there's that}.

my happy bowl is currently full of these, to add to my drinking water, and that makes me happy.

that's our day.

ordinary, busy, fun, tiring.
i am not a bragger, at least i hope i never am,
but i think i need to give myself a little more credit for all that i do during the day.
we probably all need to be a little more kind to ourselves.
i will work on that.

love,
nicolle