Last night Jeffrey was so loving my hair, he wanted to celebrate.
Really, I don't get what the big deal is, because my hair has looked the same for some odd 25 years, and for 1 year it was different, and now it is normal again, so this hype about the hair is a bit baffling to me. I understand why all of you want to see it, you don't know my natural darkness, but the friends and family are a little confusing to me. At any rate...
He went out and bought me some good ol' Cafe Rio (the quickest way to a woman's heart... or maybe just mine) and whipped out a Cary Grant Movie.
*Sigh* I love Cary Grant. He is divine. And since Jeffrey isn't a fan of chick flicks, this was rather a surprise, but then I saw a pink submarine, and realized it was a WWII Cary Grant movie, which pleased us both immensely, and we both enjoyed the night.
Oh, and Keith took a nap from 5 until 7 :30, so I thought I would let him stay awake until he acted tired. When he pulled out a blanket and pillow from the basket in the corner at 9:30 and said "Night night." I knew it was time for him to go to bed. Is that how you determine your child's bed time? Please tell me I am not the only one.