When I picked up Nicholas from school today, he immediately started fishing in his pockets, telling me he had a present for me. A few minutes later, his tiny fist produced a few small, round, grey rocks he had collected when his class went outside in the morning. Too cute.
Went to the Indian grocery store today, planning to make an Indian feast for dinner tonight, but when The Husband came home from work, he was craving something different … pizza. Luckily for him, I hadn’t started dinner yet, so it’ll be an Indian feast on Sunday night instead.
Ten years ago, when Sandra Bullock’s movie, The Net, came out, I remember being enthralled by the opening sequence. If you saw it, you might recall she ordered pizza from her computer. I thought that was the coolest thing and looked forward to the day when we could do such things. Now, 10 years later, there’s still virtually no places where I can order dinner online from, but there IS Papa Johns! I’ve never had their pizza before, but thought tonight would be a good opportunity to give the online ordering a whirl. After I placed the order and received my confirmation, I resisted the urge to pick up the phone and call them to make sure they got it. That would surely defeat the whole purpose, right? In less than 15 minutes, the doorbell rang and our pizza was here. How cool is that?! I wish more places would offer online ordering. With a hectic schedule and household, we’re all for saving time and being efficient, and this would definitely help.
When The Husband came home from work today, we made a point to get caught up on our Tivo’d episodes of Big Brother 6, since we were 2 behind. Nicholas was rooting around in my nighttable drawer, looking for chapstick, because he loves putting it on. He found it and slathered his lips and chin (but of course!) with it. Next time I turn around, he was done with the chapstick and onto bright pink nailpolish, using the brush to put it all over his lips. Luckily I caught him right after he started, so there wasn’t too much to get off, but needless to say, we rushed to the bathroom to start flushing his mouth out with water quickly. The nailpolish has since been relocated. I usually don’t keep it in that drawer for just this reason (curious 3-year-olds!), but leave it to him to find the lonely bottle.
The Husband’s got a plan for tomorrow night’s dinner, now I just need to figure out what I’m making for the starters. Maybe Bocaditos. Maybe not. The dogs have a “beauty appointment” tomorrow morning, and besides that and dinner, should be a peaceful day. Here’s hoping! Until tomorrow…