I got back from a week in Vermont on Sunday. I went up to spend some time with my sister, Jenna’s, family. Catering to the demands of a 3-and-a-half and a 5-year-old can be exhausting. But, when they’re the kind of kids that are super smart, and so adorable it’s really not of this world, it can also be a very fun time.
Ethan and Julia
I kicked the week off with night at my folk’s house. Chad left for Boston and Saturday morning, but not before some sweet hang time with My sister, Melanie’s, daughter, Elena. Elena is 6 months old, and is the cutest baby I’ve seen in the last half a year.
Elena. I’m not sure if you noticed her nose, but it’s pretty much the cutest thing on the planet. No big deal.
It was a really good week. I’m glad I got to spend that kind of time with Jenna and her family. And I did have a few opportunities to spend some time in Burlington. My opinion of Burlington is changing a little. I’ll get into it in another post, but the gist is that I’m all right not living there. I miss it, of course, but I’m beginning to think that if The Chad and I were to house hunt in Vermont, I’m not sure that the Queen City would be in my top 3 locations. I’d definitely want to be close, though.
In other news, Chad and I have come to a new agreement. Here’s the thing, Chad works in the film industry, and is really very fond of movies. I, on the other hand, have commitment issues when it comes to spending 90 sweet, sweet minutes on some trite, Maxim Top 100 demographic, filmed to accommodate the attention span of the Tsetse Fly hooey. As a result, when he thinks he might have the energy to drag my eye-rolling butt to the theatre, it’s never an easy time. ON THE OTHER HAND, the guy never wants to do anything I want to do. He’s not much for spontaneous adventures, and that’s pretty much what I’m all about. So, the agreement is simple. Anytime he wants to bring me along to the theatre, I will not complain. I won’t whine, I won’t audibly deflate, and I won’t even counter with, “No way. I read the spoiler online, and trust me; you don’t want to see this movie.” (I say this, a lot. Sometimes, he even lets me tell him how it ends, and then he thanks me.).
In exchange for my subjugation, he agrees to one awesome, super happy fun time adventure! Huzzah! I’m pretty sure our first exchange is ‘District 9′/canoeing on the Charles River. (I totally win in this one! Yes!)
So. Other than an epic bro-down with my family, and a relationship compromise that might just yield a very cool autumn, not much else is “on my plate”, as the tweens say.
I do want to make a quick request before I go. If you have any interest in seeing “500 Days of Summer”, and you’re not vehemently opposed to the concept of movie spoilers, please do yourself a favour and read it.
The ending makes me hate whomever it was that invented moving pictures.
