RSPVs, Brain Scratchers, and Fingerpaints

I learned at an early age that going to the mailbox only brought stress and sorrow and that it should be extremely avoided although I wasn't sure why. When I became an adult and decided to move out on my own I figured it out very quickly. It's only been recently that I've actually found myself excitingly anticipating the arrival of the mailman. RSVP cards are my new feel good remedy. Now, it's a bit like playing Russian Roulette because not everyday does Mr. Postman bring said cards. Like today...no cards. Yesterday...5 cards!!!! When putting together my invites I made a point of putting a stamp on each RSVP envelope. I've come to realize that people do NOT RSVP if it is not covenient for them. I took away all options for flaking on this very important, very CURTEOUS gesture. I even addressed the damn thing for them. While I'm not living in denial and I know that some simply won't respond I am hoping that most do; not only for the practical reasons (headcount, good manners), but because I have grown to love that little surprise when I open the mailbox. Remember that feeling you got as a child when you received your first peice of mail? That's it! That's the same feeling all these years later. And it's my new guilty pleasure.

Quick question...have you ever had your nose "cultured"? This has got to be the MOST unpleasant experience of my life! My inital thought when the doctor suggested it was that they were just going to swab the inside of nostril and that was it. Not even close! I was instructed to hold my head back and hold still. Now, I know this guy is going to be putting this long QTip up my nose so moving was the last thing I wanted to do. He stuck it up my nose alright...I think he tapped my brain, at the very least my eyeball! Had I been braver and had he not had that thing jammed up into my skull I would have kicked him right between the legs. I thought he was never going to pull it out. When he finally did my eyes began watering and I was checking for blood...or brain matter! Moral of the story, if the doc says they want to do this to you ask if there is another option. You do NOT want to know what it is like to have your brain scratched!

With the wedding quickly approaching the next two weeks of my life should be interesting. My brother and sis-in-law are going on vacation to the river and leave on Sunday for the week. We all know that the river is NOT the place for little kids. Plus, Aiden is only 8 mths old. With that said, beginning Sunday, I will be in charge of the wellfare of a 2 yr old and 8 mth old until the following Saturday. For those of you who have never been here, my house is NO stranger to children or the 33 millions items it takes to entertain them. We'll be adding a bouncy thing for the baby, Christian's wagon, LOTs of food (Christian is on a special diet due to allergies), various other toys, a pack n play (mine), a bike, and a bumbo plus anything else Taren can think of. I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday and bought fingerpaints, construction paper, stickers and sidewalk chalk. I've decided that while Aiden is down for either the morning or afternoon nap Christian and I will get crafty. Christian is only taking one nap a day now so I wanted to make sure to mix it up a little for him. Brian's first question, "where are you going to do the fingerpaints." I should have told him in the garage next to the beer making stuff, but I decided that wouldn't be nice so I put his mind at ease and told him in the back yard. The Wednesday and Thursday after that and Aug 31st I will have Ava and Lexi. The babysitter is going to be on vacation and my sister can't take off. We'll do the same crafty stuff for them too. During all of this I've got to decide exactly what I want to do for my centerpieces and get a "dummy" one made so I can see if I like it and see how many different ways I can do it so that every few tables has something different. My dress has to be altered, I need to have my hair cut, I need to do a run through with my hair and makeup, I need to make sure we have shirts for all the guys and they know what to wear. The list goes on and on and I won't bore you. Needless to say, I am SUPER stoked about the next two weeks. I get to spend some quality time with my littlest neices and nephews and put the finishing touches on the wedding. How much more blessed could my life get???