Weekly Update from last week
Five Great Things About Last Week
So an old memory I remembered recently, was actually of church. I attended the same church from before I had memories, until I was 11. It was a Peace Mennonite Church and though I had no idea, a little odd. But one of my oldest memories of it is that I remember once my preschool teacher once put up sheets to make a tent in the baby room, turned off the lights, and let us have a picnic of donuts in there. I don't remember why, probably some silly Bible story exercise. But it's my first memory of tasting donuts and I've been hooked ever since.
- Anniversary was last week, the 23rd, Sunday. While I was sick for it, and several days afterwards, Matthew came home with Cheesecake Factory for me. Both the act and the food were full of "Daawww" and put a punctuation on the fact that I am glad to be married.
- Kiddo's cape arrived, and he was beside himself with excitement. He only wanted to be referred to as Batman for the last week, and wore it everywhere, even the car.
- This past weekend Matthew and I took our first vacation since getting married. In a sense, it was a honeymoon, a babymoon and a an anniversary honeymoon all in one. It was fantastic. We went to Lafayette, saw friends, ate delicious food and got fat all weekend. I even got Monday off so we had time to go to New Orleans. Of the things I ate included croissants from PouParts, seafood gumbo from Don's Seafood, and amazing corn and crab bisque from Bonnie's.
- We went to the French Quarter and while I woke up in a funk, I felt better after we bought the best hat ever for me. Then we had beignets and drinks at Cafe Du Monde and then we got Matthew a watch. We both drove home pleased as pie.
- Final great thing was that I was not nauseous all of our vacation. I returned to being nauseous Monday but that was after most of the weekend.
So an old memory I remembered recently, was actually of church. I attended the same church from before I had memories, until I was 11. It was a Peace Mennonite Church and though I had no idea, a little odd. But one of my oldest memories of it is that I remember once my preschool teacher once put up sheets to make a tent in the baby room, turned off the lights, and let us have a picnic of donuts in there. I don't remember why, probably some silly Bible story exercise. But it's my first memory of tasting donuts and I've been hooked ever since.