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Our week has been pretty laid back...we've been slowly recovering from our beach trip. Steven thankfully didn't have to go back to work until Thursday, so Matt & I were both thrilled to have him home. I've also decided to take on some long overdue organizing projects after examining the chaos in our closets and cabinets. I just can't handle it anymore! So, Matt & I have spent some quality time at the Container Store and other such order-inspiring meccas.

To get out of the house one afternoon this week we took a short walk to our neighborhood park. It was pretty quiet there being that it was 4:00 and ridiculously hot. Thank goodness for shade trees. Anyways, Matt enjoyed swinging and running and climbing up and down the slide like usual, but he really turned it up when he decided to push the huge stroller around. Now, he's done this before but I've never seen him quite as insistent and determined as he was this particular day. He wasn't too happy when we tried to help him steer the big thing and also wasn't pleased when he went careening off the sidewalk and down the hill. He was getting really frustrated with it but wouldn't walk away from it. We finally pried him from it and distracted him with another activity. That's when he discovered that climbing up the slide was way more fun than walking around to the steps to get to the top. And then he'd giggle hysterically as he slid down.

Yesterday morning while I was in the shower I heard thundering footsteps and giggles headed my way. I heard Matt round the corner into the bathroom and say, "Hi Mama! Mama, shower." He then of course pulled the curtain back to officially say hi and then point to and name the shampoo and soap. I tried to keep the water and the curtain in the shower, but of course my resistance and tugging only created a game for Matthew. At one point I thought he had distracted himself with something else because it got quiet. I had my eyes closed while shampooing my hair and suddenly I felt a small hand on my leg. I looked down and Matthew had joined me in the shower, grinning. He looked up at me in his pajamas and jubilantly said, "Mama!!" so proud of what he'd done. He started prancing in place and I quickly removed him from the shower. That didn't stop him naturally, so he climbed back in and got kicked back out until I got done. That started my day off juuuuuust right.

We went to Central Market that same morning, and after Matt had helped me unload the cat inevitably found his way into a comfy paper sack. That cat ain't right but we sure do get some good laughs from him.