Apple crisp + Harry Potter + fire + husband worked.

Our weekend in pictures.  And words.  I can't keep out the words.  It's the English major in me.  It wasn't terribly exciting.  I think I need to spice it up a bit on the weekends so that come time to hit "Publish Post" on a Monday, there's really something there worth clicking it for.

Nevertheless, here you go.

Gracie waits--sometimes patiently, sometimes not so patiently--for someone to move her ball.  Whether they mistakenly bump it or mean to give it a toss, she doesn't care.  If that ball moves, she is on it.  Don't distract her.  She's working (but, if you do move it by accident, she will desperately try to make eye contact with you to determine whether it was a purposeful or accidental bump and whether she should then respond by fetching it or ignoring it.  It is seriously the cutest thing ever).

My husband. worked.  And worked and worked.  He does a lot of it these days.  See that giant book resting on the pumpkin?  That's his PhD that needs updating in order to be published and the man lives, breathes, and dreams of it these days.  True story: he has woken in the middle of the night to write something down that he thought of in his sleep.  When I sleep: nothing.  My mind is a blank.  When he sleeps: "Ah!  Now is the perfect time to elaborate on the meaning of the word neighbor in Chapter 4, verse 18!  Indeed!"  We are very different.  I love him all the same.  But, truth be told, I'm ready for this thing to be over.  By thing, I don't mean marriage.  I mean this sabbatical.  Just a clarification.

We had too many apples, so I made an apple crisp!  Crazy weekend, huh!?  It gets crazier!  Oh yes, we had a bonafide movie night!  Complete with Dominos Pizza (which I kinda love but still consider myself a bit of a pizza-snob... a walking contradiction, perhaps?)!  I just finished reading the first Harry Potter to the two youngest.  We are determined to get through the whole series.  We'll see, we'll see.  Since the last few books are about three times the size of the first, it's a bit daunting but we made it through the first in under a month so we're at a good pace right now.  We read one, we watch its movie... so on and so fourth.  Again, quite exciting, yes!?

We had our first fire of the season.  I love fires in the fireplace when it's cold outside and everyone is safe and cozy in their pajamas curled up around a good movie.  Makes me all sorts of warm and fuzzy.  For real.  I sound cheesy but I'm being serious.  I joke a lot, I know.  You guys don't know when to take me seriously, huh?

The movie night became a little less magical when W started throwing up his Dominos into a bowl (deemed the throw-up bowl a long time ago, no worries) next to me.  Looks like the boy has got a stomach bug.  If there is a stomach bug within three miles of our house, he is always the first to catch it.  Poor guy (and here's to hoping I don't get it!). 

And it begins with Privet Drive.  Our overall estimation: good movie.

And a good weekend for the most part.  You?