Last week.

It seems I hardly wrote in February, and now it’s March, which is cause to celebrate! Hopefully, I'll write a little more. That's the goal anyway. We’ve had such an unseasonably warm winter, I was in full spring cleaning mode in the middle of the month. We crossed a handful of projects off the list. We painted some of the baseboards (still have lots to go!), cleaned the garage a bit, washed some exterior windows, hauled tons off to DI, decorated the playroom, had glass cut for our dining table, cleaned the storage room and my big closet in the basement. When we flooded in August, the toys were shifted to my storage closet, so the boys were constantly getting into things they shouldn’t. For months I tolerated this! It was driving me crazy. 

Anyway, we finally had our carpet stretched and put back and cleaned, and we finally moved the toys back into the playroom. It was so much fun bringing together a few pieces I had been saving for a long, long time. I’m anxious to take some photos, but I’m still waiting on a couple of things in the mail before it’s all completed.

Grandma came visiting for a few days last week, as well. We kept it a surprise for the boys and when she knocked on the door and looked through the window, they were so excited. Of course, naturally, the first thing Danny says to her is how he went poopy in the potty earlier. It was a big day!

While she was here, we went to Great Harvest, Joanns, made oatmeal cookies, read lots of books and watched the Downton finale when the boys were in bed. She took Morg to the library and to the dollar store. They brought home star wars books, coloring books and two pirate costumes. They also continued reading the first Boxcar Children book. Those were always my favorite growing up. It was so sweet to see her reading to him in bed, just like she used to read to me. Morg cried and cried when she left and after she was gone, Danny kept telling me over and over: I miss grandma, mommy! I kept saying, “I know, bud!”, but that just wasn’t fixing his little hurt heart. It’s never long enough!

PS - This little bum in big boy panties! I could die.