My weekend.  Well, it was nuts.  Nuts in a good way, but nuts nonetheless.

First and foremost, let me once again loudly proclaim how much I adore my husband, who purchased and installed a dishwasher on Saturday.  If you’ve never installed a dishwasher, DON’T.  Instead, pay Bryan to come do it for you.  It took him awhile to get everything hooked up, but guess what I fell asleep to last night?  That’s right: the sound of the dishwasher.

It was also a weekend with The Boy, and it was his opening day of baseball. (You can see pictures at Flickr.) It’s so very odd to look at him and realize that he’s been doing this for THREE YEARS now.  Isn’t that insane?  I haven’t stuck to a make-up brand for three years, and he’s already committed.  His favorite part of opening festivities?  The moon bounce. (He is still 6, after all.)

Ooh, and the dishwasher brought another present that I didn’t consider.  It came in a really big box.  A box large enough for a six-year-old to turn into a spaceship.  So that was the main game this weekend. (I wish I had the pics to show you of him coercing all of the animals to ride in his spaceship. And yes, Saturday night found him asleep in the box.)

Sunday, Bryan had a performance at the Junior Acheivement something-or-other, so we went and watched hair and makeup, and then The Boy and I went home.  He talked about the box the entire way.  He asked if I wanted to see all of the buttons in the spaceship.  I said sure.  He warned me that I MUST use my imagination, cause there’s really nothing there.  I told him not to worry; I have a fantastic imagination.  He said, “I never knew how to use my imagination, before we went to see Bridge to Terabithia.“  Which, you know, made me melt.

Cause Sarah is an AWESOME stepmom.

Bryan left town last night, and will be gone until rehearsal on Tuesday night.  I always appreciate our time apart, because it makes me miss him. (And I can get stuff done that I can’t do when he’s here.)

And I am SO EXCITED for him to come home.