The thing about being married to a picky eater is that I find I get annoyed about it a lot. You would figure that at some point I would just give up and deal with it, but not me. I just keep getting annoyed.
Robb is super sweet about the whole thing, and he is trying hard to improve, so I have a hard time getting mad at him. In fact, I find myself bragging to people about how he’s grown. “He’ll eat broccoli now,” I tell them, and they reply with impressed oohs and aahs.
Another area of personal dietary growth for my husband is nuts. He was previously opposed to all but peanuts, (obviously, since peanuts aren’t even nuts) and then he discovered cashews. They’re heavenly, there’s no doubt about it. He has since successfully ventured into the wonderful world of almonds, and I am currently working on introducing him to my all-time favorite nut: the walnut.
My son is growing like a weed. It’s really tough to keep up with. This week, he is in desperate need of new shoes, since the last pair I bought him lasted about 3 weeks; new pants, since he went to school twice this week in floods (and not the only-kind-of-too-short kind, but the seriously-dude-you-look-ridiculous-get-some-clothes-that-fit kind.); and a new haircut, because he has luscious, thick, fast-growing hair. There is also less than a month left of school, so buying school-appropriate attire seems a little silly at this point, because it won’t be around for next school year at the rate he is growing. Should I buy sandals and shorts? Or shoes and pants? Plus, we are heading into heavy birthday season, so budget available for miscellaneous clothing items is slim. AND…? His sizes are a little tough to find sometimes. It’s like the perfect storm.
Clothes shopping for teens is not the only thing I did this week, which is lucky, because I’m pretty sure you’re either asleep right now, or wish you were. Here’s a quick update of the other goings-on here at The Manor.
I’ll be spending Mothers Day with my friends.
How many weeks in a row can I post about coconut? I think I’m about to set a new record.
My son will turn 15. I intend to freak out about it and probably eat a lot of ice cream.
I wish I could say I was taking the weekend off, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be shopping. Wish me luck, friends.
It’s not Friday, but that’s not stopping me from calling it Friday Favorites anyway. You never know what kind of craziness you’ll run in to over here. That’s how I roll. That’s especially how I roll when it is the first hot weather week of the year, and my air conditioning isn’t running yet. Don’t get me wrong, I prefer summer over winter every day of the week, but the part I don’t love is begging my husband to climb on the roof to start the air conditioner.
And yes, I would rather suffer than climb on the roof myself.
The heat is not the only exciting thing that happened this week, and I would just feel terrible if I didn’t share every intimate detail with you.