This afternoon when we all got home from work and school, Chris and I spread out Bean’s big blanket on the floor and started helping him with the crawling.
But Bean got tired and so he flopped over on his back.Â Crawling is hard work, dude.
And I was tired from working a full day.Â So, I flopped down with him.
Luckily, Chris was on hand to make us giggle, so we rolled around laughing and squirming and doing everything EXCEPT crawling for half an hour.
I do love coming home to that little man.
So, I’m just letting all of you in on a little secret.
Not THAT secret.Â I’ll tell you THAT secret in a couple weeks.
This little secret is a lot more fun because you can actually WIN something.Â And winning is all there is to life.Â Winning and Diet Dr. Pepper.Â And Girl Scout cookies.
Speaking of which, where are mine?Â I ordered them weeks ago!Â Don’t they know they are dealing to a junkie?Â Girl Scouts of America need to step up here and get on my Samoas deeee-livered.Â I ate the very last box of my order from last year just last week.Â Don’t be grossed out.Â Be impressed.Â I ration my cookies so perfectly in our freezer that I can stretch them from one cookie season to the next.
But I digress.
The secret today is that on Friday, we will have the first ever Fabulous Facebook Friday Giveaway!Â This giveaway will be done ONLY on the Marriage Confessions Facebook Group, so you have to be a fan to participate.Â Luckily, becoming a Facebook Fan is as easy as CLICKING HERE and joining the group.Â Then, on Friday, I’ll post one giveaway question to the fan page and you enter by leaving a comment to that question.Â Got it?Â Good.
So, start planning ahead by becoming an MC Facebook Fan right now and then wait for the insider question on Friday.Â Its gonna be good…
(AUTHOR’S NOTE:Â There are no pictures with this post because I had to pretend to be cool for one night.Â My apologies.)
Oh, imaginary friends.Â What a night I had last night.Â I had to go into Manhattan for business and from start to finish it was just a crazy night.Â I can’t go into detail on a lot of it because its work-related and I don’t really like to get into that on the ol’ blogerooski, but the gist of the evening was that I was going to Carnegie Hall for a concert and then to a reception at someone’s home in the city.
I took the train down from my house instead of driving because we were expecting a big snow storm and I didn’t want to get stuck with my car in snow and ice.Â On the train ride down, I ran into one of the students from the university that I work at and he was meeting friends and then going to Carnegie Hall for the concert as well.Â I offered them a ride in my cab, since it would be reimbursed by the university and I know starving students will usually take any kind of free anything they can get.Â So, the four of us jumped into a cab once we got to Grand Central.
In the cab, we happened to mention something about the fact that we were going to see a concert that had undiscovered Prokofiev music.Â Well, Prokofiev was a Russian composer.Â And we happened to have a Russian cab driver.Â This, apparently, gave the cab driver the impression that we were all old friends and so he started talking and talking and talking and talking.Â At first it was about Prokofiev and then Russia and then coming to the United States.Â But then the one-sided conversation turned to the difference between Russian and American women.Â The major difference, according to the Russian cab driver, was that Russian women wore short shirts and heels all the time and American women wore jeans all the time.
“Its a travesty,” said the cabbie.Â “All those beautiful American legs covered in jeans.”
At this point, we drove by Bryant Park where they were setting up the tents for Fashion Week.Â This caused the stream of consciousness to change from Russian vs. American women to models.Â Which led to a commentary on a recent trip to Amsterdam that the cabbie had taken and several models he met there.Â The story is really too inappropriate for anyone to have to hear again, but the gist of it was that those models?Â Well, they weren’t wearing no jeans…
So, we get to Carnegie Hall and see the concert and it was fantastic.Â After the concert, there was the reception in an alumni’s home.Â I really, REALLY can’t tell you much about this part because of confidentiality, but let me just tell you that this home was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.Â It was three floors of a Manhattan apartment.Â All the walls were marble.Â There were statues and paintings and tapestries and even a garden large enough to stroll through.Â I didn’t know places like this existed.Â It was like being in one of the replica rooms in a museum.Â I was blown away.
But it was after the reception that really put me over the edge.
I took a cab back to Grand Central around 11:00 PM to catch my train home.Â I found my train, turned on my iPod, and fell right asleep.Â A full work day and then a trip to New York – all in heels, no less – had kicked my workin’ girl booty.Â I had about an hour and a half train ride to catch some much needed Z’s.
When I finally opened my eyes again, the train had stopped at a station and I was happy to see my town’s name on the sign.Â Perfect timing!Â This was my stop!Â But then….the train started to move.Â We were pulling away from the station.
Wait a minute!
Stop the train!
I MISSED MY STOP!
But, the train kept on going.Â I jumped off at the next stop, only to find myself standing on an empty platform, in the snow, in heels, at 1:00 in the morning.Â This small town was all tucked in their warm beds.Â Not even the cab drivers were out in this weather.Â I called Chris to come pick me up (I was about a 15 minute drive from home), but I had taken the only car with the car seat to the train station.Â The OTHER train station.Â The RIGHT train station.Â So, even Chris couldn’t come save me.
So, I pulled out my cell phone and called 411 for a cab company.Â And then I hunkered down in the snow to wait 20 minutes for the cab to pull up.
When the cab got there, he asked if it would be okay for me to share a cab with another guy who had missed the same stop.Â I was in a haze and freezing cold and CLEARLY not thinking because I said sure.Â And I GOT IN THE CAR WITH TWO STRANGE MEN AT 1:30 AM.
(PAUSE:Â My parents just read this and passed out, I’m sure.Â So, let’s give them a minute to come to, to call me and yell at me, and then to calm back down before we continue, okay?Â Thanks.)
The other passenger was an older guy who had had a little too much to drink – not overly drunk – but even he said he couldn’t drive home.Â He was nice and talkative, but not really overly intrusive.Â And, he paid for our cab ride, which was great because I had no cash.Â When we got to the parking lot where our cars were parked, I jumped out of the cab, thanked him for the cab ride, and then hopped in my car and drove away.
It was now 2:00 in the morning.Â It was snowing harder.Â I was exhausted.Â I had missed my train stop.Â I had driven with two strange men across two towns.Â I was way past being polite and nice.Â I was ready to get home.
I finally crawled into bed at 2:30 and have never been happier to be there.Â Chris let me sleep late and I woke up at 8:30 this morning to three inches of snow on the ground and about a foot more expected to come today.Â Chris, Bean, and I all stayed home today, and I am so glad.Â I need a full day to recover from last night…
This video is from last week when we dropped Bean’s crib down to a lower setting because he was learning how to stand up in there.Â You can read about that HERE.Â But the video was too cute to not share…