Abby's First Sleepover

So, tonight is a night of firsts in our house. It is the first Friday taht Andrew and I have actually eaten fish during Lent and it is the first time that Abby has ever had a sleepover.

I can put the two things on the same level because last week when Andrew and I took the kids to see my family, Andrew called Mom to see what we were having for sinner. Truth be known , we already knew what we were having for dinner, but Drew and I thought that it would be funny if he were to call and ask and when she said that we were having spaghetti, he was gonna remind her that it was Lent and that we can't eat meat on Fridays. So, he called and asked her what we are having and this a how the convo goes down...

Drew: "Hi Pam! What's for dinner?"
Mom: "Spaghetti."
Drew: "We can't have spaghetti, it's Lent. And we aren't supposed to eat meat on Friday."
Mom: "Well..."pregnant pause "Can't you make an exception just once?"
Drew: "No. I can't eat meat."
Mom: "Are you sure?"
Drew: "Yes, I am sure. If I eat meat I will go to hell." (Which by the way is a total joke.)

Then, he threw me the phone because he couldn't stand to hear what she was gonna say. He was also on the verge of losing his mind with laughter. With the phone in my hand I could hear her wheels turning. She was in a state of panic. She just sat there. And after a few minutes I said, "MOM, he was just kidding!!!!" It is good to know that after all of these years I can still throw her a curveball.

And some of you may be asking, how is this at all related to a sleepover...well, Abby is learning to throw me a curveball. At present there are five 7-year-olds running circles through my house and screaming at the top of their lungs...Dear lawd...Not unlike my mother last weekend, I am in a state of shock and I can hear the wheels turingin in my head...how to get them to sleep?

I am finally blogging...

So since I am suck in hell--otherwise known as southern Illinois--up to my ass in ice and snow, going on day five of almost complete immobility, I decided to start blogging. I mean some crazy stuff happens in this life of mine and I figure that whether or not people read it, I can still have fun writing it.

So yesterday was Valentine's Day and Evan's 3rd birthday. I have always told Andrew that I never have to get him another Valentine's Day present as long as I am alive because Evan was born on Valentine's Day...my little lover boy. The only boy born on Valentine's Day...he started his life surrounded by women, and if Andrew has anything to say about it he will spend his entire life that way! LOL!

But we all know what kind of ladies' man good ole Drew is. I mean, his first pick-up line for me was "You have the best windshield wipers that I have ever seen." Of course Tommy would have been happy to hear that, because those were the most expensive wipers known to man with like a million blades and enough power to break ice on the windshield. But when it comes down to lessons about being a ladies' man, I guess Evan will have to get his advice from me...