Our original plan was to go shopping and see a movie Saturday, but Friday night our money was burning a hole in our pockets, so we decided to make a 7 pm trip to Sierra Vista. Once upon a time in our lives, pre-children, we were spontaneous people. We also liked to stay up late, and sleep in. Since with kids none of these things are completely possible, none of them are true anymore. So said 7 pm shopping excursion to a store that's 30 minutes away was probably a bad idea.
While we were at the store, I got a case of buyers remorse. I had a cart full of fun stuff, and between the toy department and the checkout counter, I put back all but 3 things. I ended up buying zero fun items. I got swimmer diapers (for Ava), dishsoap (yippee), and a blowdryer (to replace the cheapo one I bought to replace my dead blowdryer). Not exactly things I'm excited to get.
On Saturday I made up for it by actually buying some fun stuff at the mall and Target, but I still put more things back than I actually bought.
Part of our weekend celebration was a trip to see the highly anticipated movie (especially in our family) Toy Story 3. Alana wore her Toy Story Mania Ride Game shirt. She was hyped (so was I!).
Don't judge me, but I cried during a cartoon. I should've brought kleenex.
It was a seriously great movie. Over the years I've become so attached to these characters that I really genuinely like them. There was a point in time not so long ago when Alana made me watch Toy Story 2 everyday, multiple times a day. I never got sick of it. There are some movies that get annoying quickly, but Woody and Buzz are always endearing to me.
Then at the end *****spoiler alert***** when Andy has to decide what to do with his toys, and he ends up giving them to a well deserved little girl, I cried. He is describing all of his toys to her and then he gets to Woody and he doesn't want to give him up. Then when Woody and the gang watches him drive away, I was seriously sad and emotional. It was embarasssing, but I'm sure I'm not the only one with tears in my eyes (ahem, David).
Maybe I'm such a sap because part of the meaning of these movies is that everything changes with time, so we should enjoy them while we can. As a parent this is especially true, because just like Andy, my kids are going to grow up someday. They will outgrow their toys and clothes and move away to go to college and out into the "real" world. It makes me sad, but at the same time its inevitable so I'd better get used to it.
After getting all emotional over a cartoon with fictional characters, we finished up our day with Rubio's Shrimp Tacos, mmmmm. And some more shopping, where I managed to overcome the previous days cheapness and spend most of my money.
Then yesterday was Father's Day, which was a little bittersweet for David because his Tata is in the hospital in really serious condition. This makes me sad, so I can't even imagine how sad David is at this point. His grandparents are one of those couples that have been married forever and spend all of their time together, so when one of them dies, we all kind of think the other one won't last long because they'll be lost by themself.
Alana helped brighten up David's day by making him this awesome card.
She put a fork and knife stickers on it, cause she knows how much he likes those things. Then she drew a picture of his parents dog (the upside down heart shaped thing by the fork is a dog). Its a masterpiece really. She could get a job at Hallmark.
I tried to brighten up David's day by making him a breakfast meat extravaganza. Plus biscuits and hashbrowns. Then we had enchiladas, beans and rice for dinner at my dad's. Plus my potato salad. If I had known we were having enchiladas I would've made something a little more appropriate. Potato salad doesn't really mesh well with mexican food. But it had bacon in it so people ate it anyway.
So Happy Father's Day and Semi-Annual Exra Paycheck Celebration to David. We love you!