this week

we've been...
swimming with friends in our neighborhood pool.
swimming at memaw's house. we had a really nice day over there.

drinking iced coffee. or mocha as boyd says. he always tells me i'm drinking a mocha,
and i just go with it.
school clothes shopping. i'm not a shopper. we spent about 5 minutes picking out shirts and shorts. and i was happy with everything that we got. his closet is full of big boy clothes. sigh. and when he's 18 i will look back and laugh at this, and then i'll really think he's wearing big boy clothes.
school supplies are purchased, and boyd is the proud owner of an angry birds backpack, which he won't stop wearing around the house. 

playing with a good friend from pre-school, and eating super hero bomb pops.
boyd is a hugger, and i love that.
however, he loves to bear hug his friends, and lift them off of the ground. he did that today, and sweet ethan got a little upset, which left boyd boohooing off and on for an hour about how he'd hurt his friend. i told him it was ok and ethan was not mad at him, but not everyone wants to be hugged like that by him. maybe only his daddy.

eating brown bag popcorn, with sriracha.
{in my mind i always thank my friend sealaura for this combo, each time i eat it}.
it's my go to dinner, in this heat.
along with a sparkling water that i'm now hooked on.

 my sweet babe fussed at me all day long today. i don't like to vent about parenting too much because no one ever said it was easy. and what i have to say about it has already been said a million times.
and maybe i vent too much, i don't know, i'm frazzled tonight.
some days it's so complex and confusing and exhausting and emotional.
bedtime was a big blessing tonight. that is the truth.
 

kevin is at the office late tonight, it's now 9 pm, and i might have just texted him and said, i need tacos.
another truth.

boyd and i were out somewhere the other day, and some men behind us were talking about the king of beers {i'm assuming their conversation was about budweiser}. boyd asked me, who is the king of beers mom? and before i could answer he said rather loudly,
i know, Jesus is the king of beers. 
i teach boyd that we should be thankful to Jesus for everything in our lives, and that he has made everything good. beer is good. maybe i have misled boyd in my teachings, but i guess his reasoning skills are right on target.

i'm going to bed.
i'm exhausted.
waiting on the tacos first though.

love,
nicolle