Marcus and Dean are on spring break this week. We started the wild party that it will surely be on Friday with an impromptu trip to the Galleria Mall. Marcus and Dean decided they wanted to buy the Skylanders video game for the XBox. I beat them there and walked around a mall alone for the first time in over 5 years. It was very surreal. The last time I did that, I was about 8 months pregnant with Dean and in Queens. When the guys got there, Dean wanted to show Marcus the mall because he thought he'd never been there. You see, we don't go to the mall often. Dean's first real memories of it are from his 4th birthday, and then we only went to Build A Bear. My mom and I took him on his birthday this year and he discovered the true joy of the mall. After some shopping and without any luck finding Skylanders, we headed to Johnny Rockets for dinner. Marcus always enjoys judging watching tables of pre-teen-aged girls talking loudly and wearing more makeup than anyone really should. The gaggle behind us was cracking us up, particularly the perfect blend of their prissiness combined with an obvious love of triple-meat hamburgers.
Dean has gotten to stay up late so far this weekend. I noticed him drifting off while we were reading a story last night, so I paused for a second. He opened his eyes and prompted me, feeding me the next line of the book. Thank you, stage manager's child.
We went to Lowe's yesterday, a favorite family activity for some unknown reason, and bought some new plants for the garden. We all chipped in when we got home and worked on clearning out the weeds, trimming back the rosemary (OMG the rosemary!), and getting the bed ready for the new plants. We'll (hopefully) be growing rainbow chard, blueberries and blackberries soon. And, naturally, rosemary. Dean loved digging in the dirt and helping bring the weeds to the trash pile in the back yard. I just hope I don't kill anything.
Other plans for the week have been discussed. They involve fishing, visiting me at work for a lunch date, a movie outing, a possible trip to the science museum, and painting a picture to be used in Marcus's show. I wish I could be home with them during the day, but I look forward to hearing about their adventures at night. I hope to use the nights with Marcus at home to finally run out and get a hair cut, eat dinner in a liesurely fashion, instead of the rushed insantiy that it is five nights a week when he's in rehearsal, and enjoy some extra evening time with Dean, since bed time can be a little later.
I will be shocked if someone doesn't end up at the Bass Pro Shop. They'd better bring me some fudge.