Our Week (In a Nutshell)

Whew! I just finished my political science summer course tonight, and I have to say that it is such a relief that it's done and I am proud of myself for pushing through this intensive course in such a short amount of time. Now, only about a week and a half left of my psychology course, a ten-day break, and then it's time to jump into the fall semester! I'm taking Intro to Chinese, two business courses, a history course, and Intermediate Piano. It should be a fun and busy semester. Let's backtrack a little to the beginning of this week. I left off last week with my family getting together to play Phase 10. As we all were leaving, my brother Ernie and I decided to stop by the convenience store to buy a lotto scratcher (we like to do this every now and again). We each got one and kept winning free tickets until I won $3, bought three more scratchers, and then didn't win anything (moral of the story: stop while you're ahead!). 

This week was rough in that Parker was working so much. I felt like I hardly saw him- and to be truthful, I hardly did- but chose to take advantage of the time by enjoying my family, getting out of the house (like I wrote about here), and just enjoying the beautiful weather. It was such a relief when the weekend came, though. Parker is a gentleman and a comedian all rolled into one handsome guy. Firstly, when it was "that time of the month"- or Shark Week as he likes to call it- I was feeling miserable and went into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup for the day. As I walked out, there was my sweet husband with a glass of water and two Tylenol (gentleman). Yesterday morning, I notice that Parker is wearing the weirdest T-shirt I didn't even know he owned (it's from the movie A Christmas Story and has a picture of a kid's face with his tongue stuck to a metal pole) and said something about it. He goes, "It was in the back of my closet, so I decided to wear bring it out for 'What I Wore Saturday'!" and then proceeds to be a goofball while I snap a quick picture (comedian).

Today marks Miles turning seven months old! I really can't believe it. This will probably fade as Miles gets older, but every month so far I've looked back and remembered the day he was born- all the details of how I felt that day, the anticipation of knowing that I was about to meet my son. Little did I know just how much my love for him would grow from the moment we met. Even when he reached a relatively small developmental milestone like rolling over from back to stomach I felt so proud, like it was the biggest accomplishment in the world. I love you, Miles!