Enter the local Arby’s.

He asked cried for a taco.

I bought him a turkey sandwich and just called it a taco.

He seemed happy about his taco dinner.

And I was happy he wasn’t crying anymore.

Other things that have happened this week:

• Taco dinner on Monday to celebrate Cinco De Mayo.
• Our first Netflix movies arrived. (We have a free month, thanks to Rhi.)
• I first DVD’s were totally the first season of “How I Met Your Mother”.
• Next, we’re getting “Battlestar Galactica“. (Shhhh! Don’t tell The King. He has no idea this is on our queue.)
• I finally enjoyed a bowl of cookie dough that I made from a Weight Watchers recipe. (I was feeling very good about this until I found out it I had eaten 15 WW points and not the 6 I had thought it was.) (Dude, why would the recipe LIE?!) (For the record, I only get 20 points a day. So um, this was not a good thing.)
• I went grocery shopping with Babboo and he only begged for a cookie for 20 minutes instead of the usual 60 minutes.
• I was able to use a $15 off coupon at Ann Taylor on a shirt that was marked down to $24.
• I helped paint trim over at the new house. The King wants the entire top floor to be done before we move in.
• I, um, sort of, um, got too busy and forgot to bathe my kid this week. This is not typical at our house. Our kid is always bathed and in tip-top smelling condition.
• I mailed off my mom’s Mothers Day present.  They arrived yesterday.  She loves them.  I couldn’t be happier.

And on that note, Happy Mothers Day to all the lovely people in the world who have enough love that they can share with those around them.

I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to have kitchen drawers that aren’t broken. Or how it must feel to have a dishwasher that actually gets your dishes cleaner instead of dirtier.

I wonder what it would be like to have space enough for my child to run and play in. A place where he could set up his train set and leave it set up without fear of his mommy tripping over it and cursing it’s name. I wonder if Babboo would know what to do with this space, or if he’s been forever conditioned to only running in confined spaces, back and forth, back and forth.

I’ve also been thinking about what it must be like to be able to bathe your child in a bathroom where we can both fit in the room without the door being closed. Or maybe just a place to hang all of our towels on the wall. I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have a place where we could tuck Babboo’s toys in after he goes to bed. Or a shelf that would hold all of his books.

I wonder what it would be like to have to have a closet where I can keep my shoes. Or a place for extra bars of soap and tubes of toothpaste. Or our winter coats.

Heck, I wonder what it would be like to have a place to keep our stroller.

When we moved into our little one bedroom apartment it seemed perfect for us. Sure, it was much smaller then the three bedroom house we just sold, but it was only The King and I. Plus the apartment would be temporary. We’d only be there a short time. And like my mom always told me, you can live anywhere if you know it’s only temporary.

We knew we’d be bringing home our baby to the apartment. But dude, babies are small. They don’t take up any space. Having a baby in a one bedroom apartment would not cramp our style.

Plus, it’s only temporary. Until the new house is finished.

Can you believe it’s been over two and a half years since we moved into our one bedroom apartment? Our once tiny baby is now two years old. He has no idea what it’s like to have a place to keep his toys and books. He’s never had his own bedroom to go to at night. He’s never eaten a meal at home with his mom and dad at the table. The concept of multiple bathroom is lost on him.

As far as Babboo knows, tiny hallways are synonymous with playrooms. Apartment lobby’s are where you go to play with your bouncy calls. He thinks all houses have elevators and pools and that mommy’s do the laundry in laundry rooms located on different floors. He thinks you get your mail from a slot in the wall and not out of a mailbox on the street.

Babboo also thinks that daddy’s are always working and aren’t usually home for dinner or bath nights. He thinks mommy’s always cook dinner and do the dishes and daddy’s are only home in the morning before taking him to school. He thinks the only day you can stay in bed and snuggle mommy and daddy is on Sundays, when daddy doesn’t have to work.

I’ve been thinking a lot about all of this lately because this week something happened that we’ve all waited a long time for.

We’re giving notice at our apartment.

That’s right, in a few week’s we’ll actually be living in The (New) House The King Built. We’ll wake up, together, every morning and go to bed, together, ever night. And by “together” I mean, all of us in our own rooms. (Well, The King and I will still be rooming together. You know what I mean.)

It looks like it’s finally going to happen. And frankly, I can’t wait. It’s an exciting time for our little family. Big changes are a foot.

I just wanted to check in and see how this past month doing Weight Watchers has been treating you. Have you missed the seven pounds you lost? Where do you think you lost them from? Do you think they came from your fingers, your thighs, or maybe your belly? (I hope they all came from your belly!)

I know you’ve been feeling good about your clothes fitting better. I know you’re super anxious to see if your summer clothes look better on you then they did last summer. I also know that you’ve been enjoying all the WW approved meals I’ve been cooking for you. Plus, those WW cups of ice cream are just plain awesome, agreed?!

It’s good to not feel completely horrified when you put on your bathing suit. I know you’re anxious for time on the beach this summer. I know you’re counting down the days until the local pools open up and you can put on one of your bikinis and not want to vomit at the sight of yourself.

So it sounds like we’re in agreement that this whole “lifestyle change” is a good thing. Am I right, or am I right?

I just have one question?

Why in the hell are you craving raw cookie dough constantly?!

Before we were on this whole eating better kick you never even liked chocolate chip cookies, let alone the raw dough. So what is it about healthy eating that makes you want to be so bad? Why can’t you crave lettuce. Or celery? Heck, I’ve even feel better about low fat popcorn, or Baked Layes.

But raw chocolate chip cookie dough.

Really?

So tell me, any of you have a secret recipe for a Weight Watchers approved, low fat cookie dough that won’t give me salmonella?

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Head on over to NewToUs to check out my latest New Thing. It involves trying to be more put together in my work attire. Taking pictures of said work attire. And then posting pictures to a Flickr group.

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You watching “The Tudors” on Showtime?  Or “Gossip Girl”?  (Dude, could Serena really have killed someone?!)  Head over to WeHeartTV to discuss.   And don’t forget, we always have lots to say about “Lost“.

During the main worship service (Sacrament Meeting) last month I noticed one particular teenage boy that had blond curly hair and perfect teeth to match his perfect smile. He was waring a dark suit that made him look even cuter. I learned over to The King, “if I was a teenager, that would be the boy that I would have a super crush on!” The King just rolled his eyes and reminded me that I’m a grown woman. Whatever, this kid was adorable.

I noticed The King begin to scan the room. After a few minutes he leaned over to me. “See the two Sorenson girls sitting over there with their family? I can’t decide which one Teenage King would have a crush on. I guess which ever one is the older of the two.”

The meeting went on and eventually my Crush was invited to come up to the podium to make an announcement. Naturally I was excited to hear what he had to say.

Blah, blah, blond hair, blah, curls, smile, swoon, blah….apparently he had just received the letter informing him where he’d be serving his two year mission for the church. “Good. At least now I know he’s nineteen and of ‘legal age’. I don’t feel so bad anymore.” The King said I should still feel a little embarrassed.

As this kid continued to talk about his upcoming plans I sort of fell out of crush with him. He was just so unorganized and I noticed he was pretty pimply and heck, just so young. I told The King, “and now Teenage Isabel’s crush is over.” “That was fast”, he said.

Teenage Isabel is fickle.

“Well, I still haven’t decided what Sorenson girl Teenage King likes better. After thinking about it for the last few minutes I think Teenage King might just be using the Sorenson girls to get closer to their mom. She’s hott.”

“Right, because Teenage King is just so confident and suave that he can seduce the mother of his crush?”

The last few Sundays, I’ve walked into church and immediately scanned the room to see what the Sorenson girls are wearing. Those cute little tarts are always dressed to kill in sweet summer dresses and open toed heels. Teenage Isabel would be so jealous of them.

Teenage Isabel has yet to find her own new church crush.

Too bad the Sorenson girls don’t have a brother for Teenage Isabel.

Oh wait, I’m a grown up.  Never mind.

So tell me, I’m not the only one that develops crushes, right?!

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Have you been watching “Dexter” on CBS this season?  The finale was on Sunday and I blogged about it over at WeHeartTV.

After that, my memory of the rest of the weekend is a haze. I remember getting up early on Saturday to walk over to the bookstore to buy my own sudoku book.

I seem to remember a hazy grouping of numbers, one through nine only, of course. I also remember some grid lines. And maybe some eraser and pencil shavings.

I came out of my foggy haze last night after showing The King the basic rules of suduko. He took over my book and I was forced to step away from the sudoku and make some dinner for my family.

Tonight, after I get off work, I’m going back to the book store to buy The King his very own sudoku book.

There’s no way I can spend another night at home taking turns with my sudoku book.

So tell me, why didn’t any of you tell me how awesome sudoku is?  Or how addictive?