After my two delightful lady-dates, I went to school to help J's class with something and then took the boys to the toy store to get J's baseball card reward packs for a job extremely well done. I am so proud of that buddy. He stuck to his plan this week and really exceeded my expectations. Since we returned home and he organized all his new cards, we've been both lazy (TV, cooking) and active (more cooking, the boys "killing" each other for 90 minutes). They are such good brothers, and it is my sincerest wish that they retain this closeness throughout their lives. If they can do so, the relationship will be an extraordinary gift to each of them. Aren't they darling?!
It rained all the darn day and though it wasn't chilly, it felt as if it should be. As such, it seemed like a one-pot stew must happen. Why one-pot corroborates positively with comfort and heartiness to me, I don't know. But it does. And so I made a lovely meal of cubed beef, potatoes, carrots, onions, wine, sherry and herbs and served it alongside couscous topped with golden brown mushrooms.
Hubs and I ate well, I caught Jack up reading Harry Potter and so snuggled him a bit. Inexplicably, his hair smelled like hamster, but I nuzzled him anyway. And now cat is purring in my arms. Was it a year ago tonight that we brought Nutmeg home? I'm glad every day that we did. What a nice end to a roughly welcomed week!