FlyGuy turned 38 yesterday and because I’m the coolest wife EVER (his words) I threw him a little party. And when I say little, I mean a little boy’s party complete with a homemade chocolate cake and sundae bar. Except the sundae bar was actually a gin tasting. FlyGuy and his drinking buddies decided Hendricks is the best gin, but Bombay (not sapphire) is the best for the money. The birthday boy was so excited, he truly acted like he was turning 8 and not 38. When he opened my gift, the last 2 James Bond movies, I think he swooned. Now, he owns all 22 James Bond films. When FlyGuy was little, he wanted to be president. It think his new dream is to become James Bond. Not sure if its because of the martinis or the gadgets. Am not even going to consider its because of the scantily clad girls.

In other news, ICLW is over and I’m always a bit bummed out. My google reader grew by at least 5 blogs this time. I love finding new blogs and the comments left on eggsbene this time were extraordinary. Try it next month if you haven’t done it yet.

Lastly, Little Lassie gave me wonderful mommy moment the other day. She saw a freckle on my arm and asked what it was. I told her a freckle and she asked, “Little Lassie have a freckle?” I told her I wasn’t sure. The little darling scoured her body until she found the lone freckle on her leg. She proudly said, “Little Lassie freckle!” She walked around the rest of the day saying, “mommy freckle, Little Lassie freckle.” My heart swelled.

Before we became a family I daydreamed about an event like this. I think I savored it even more because IF made me think we’d never become parents. Maybe thats the silver lining to the IF cloud, the victory is so much sweeter because the road to the finish is so arduous.

I’m seriously tired, so this will be a short update post.

Little Lassie has been prescribed PT. We will do most of it in the home and go to the PT office every other week for a check up. When I say WE will be doing PT in the home, I really mean I since FlyGuy is often out of town and when he’s home LL goes into whirling dervish mode which is not conducive to the prescribed PT exercises.

Family coming in from out of town for the rest of the week. Should be fun in a very must-play-Julie-McCoy-cruise-director kind of way.

Little Lassie and I have graduated from playing with her plastic food/fake kitchen to board games. The Good*Night*Moon game is a favorite and perfect for a 2 year old. Teddy Bear Match comes in a close second, but Candy*Land made us both cry tonight. We are clearly not ready for the crazy game board with trippy pictures of fudge rivers and jelly bean stepping stones.

FlyGuy has been home for 5 days straight and… we’ve gotten along really well. Like, oh-yeah-this-is-why-I-married-you well. All good things come to an end and he leaves before dawn tomorrow for the rest of the week. Little Lassie is going to be really bummed out. And while I won’t miss his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor or the freaky way he sneezes like a horse, I’ll be bummed out too.

Our water emergency has finally been reduced to a mere trickle of pain. Walls and floors are dry in all homes, now we are dealing with insurance interviews, adjuster calls and drywall/carpet replacement companies. In an effort to close the barn door after the horse is gone, we have a G*E repairman coming today to give the washer a final clean bill of health before we use it.

Last week was exciting, given our water woes and this week promises to be even better. Little Lassie and I are joining FlyGuy at a conference in Florida. When we planned this months ago, we discussed it at length. It will be a long weekend (Thursday-Sunday) and I agreed because FlyGuy really wanted us to go. Also, he keeps using his boatload of frequent flyer miles on trips with his buddies, so I took the opportunity to relieve him of some miles thus lessening the burden of thinking up another reason to drink and smoke cigars with his buddies out of state.

FlyGuy got the tickets over a month ago. In the beginning, we were going to be on the same flight. AFTER he made the reservations he told me there was a small glitch and we are leaving at the same time (7:30am) but on different flights. I would have to take Little Lassie with me. I was lukewarm with this idea, but agreed. A week or so later, I saw that we were not flying at the same time. FlyGuy is leaving at 7:30 AM. Little Lassie and I are leaving at 7:30 PM. Yes, I married a man who does not know the difference between an A and a P. FlyGuy does not want to pay $200 to get on the same flight as us because “it doesn’t make sense for all of us to get in really late.”

After much gnashing of teeth, eye-rolling and against my better judgement, we decided Little Lassie and I will go to Ohare airport, during rush hour on a Thursday, fly to Florida arriving at midnight while FlyGuy spends a quiet day on the beach awaiting our arrival.

In preparation for this lovely journey, I will do 8 loads of laundry tonight because its piled to the ceiling since the washer has been our enemy for a week. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.