The ticking clock

Mike is behind me, watching the season premiere of 24. I never got into that show--too violent for my tastes. But he loves it, and he's watching happily, and the boys are sleeping quietly in their beds (which makes me happy). A good way to end a pretty low-key weekend at our house.

Yesterday we ventured down to Grove City. I was feeling a little stir-crazy, and I wanted to get out of town for the day. I was also hoping to find some new sneakers (I did not). But Evan scored at the Old Navy outlet--he picked out two shirts and a pair of pants that he liked, and we also got him his first pair of boxers. They are too cute! Just standard cotton boxers, but I can't get over them. It's so funny to see his skinny little butt in boxers. He seems to really like them, so there may be more in the future.

This week is going to be a busy one. Evan has three days of school, three therapy appointments, and he wants to take a treat to school for his birthday. We also have his IEP meeting on Thursday, my dad's 60th birthday party Saturday, and Evan's birthday Sunday. On Sunday night, my head assplode. It should be a good time.