I caught the stomach bug. It was pretty miserable, but I have fully recovered.
One day last week, sometime between Sloane fully recovering and me fully deteriorating, we went out for a picnic. This was a first for us and I was excited as I packed a blanket and a picnic basket of goodies. However, when we pulled up to the park Sloane (remember she’s two years old) had a meltdown and told me she wanted to go home. I told her I had packed lunch and by golly we were going to stay and enjoy it. She finally came around and decided that she did love the idea of a picnic at the park. This specific park is close to our house, the whole place is canopied with huge oak trees and right smack in the middle of it all is a historic antebellum home. I let Sloane pick the picnic spot and she selected the front porch of the house. That’s my girl, I feel certain I would have picked the same spot if someone had given me the choice.
While I’m here I’ll throw in some photos of my adventures yesterday. I’ve had friends and clients tell me that they think this business must be fun and glamorous, which always causes me to choke a little. Yesterday we went to a storage unit where we loaded up three massive light fixtures, hauled them to a construction site, only to find the stairwell between the second and third levels of the house impassable (scaffolding in the way), so we called in for back up. When we finally got to the third floor with the massive lights we discovered that the scaffolding we needed to get the lights into position was that which we had just climbed over in the stairwell. Good thing we have that proper-lifting technique poster at the office.
The storage unit where we picked up the 800 pounds of lights has a pink rolling cart that delights me. I don’t know if I was delirious or what, but I started to think that I need to order those lanterns (in a smaller size) for my kitchen and paint them pink.
After the lighting was safe and sound back in the storage unit we popped a few muscle relaxers and went out to do some rug shopping. I love rug shopping.
Then this morning some of our favorite art for little people arrived along with a hand-full of teeny tiny buttons that make you want to squeeze a fox or kiss a bear…
My girl is stirring from a nap… so I better hurry and throw some photos in here and call it a post.
She was waving at a baby. She loves babies. At the very last minute she decided on the moose hat.