its not his fault it is in the bugaj blood...

that is my husband i am speaking of....jeff has been home for 7 1/2 days and hoping to count a few more. i had all sorts of fun family packed ideas in mind for the four of us to do while dadda is home. i was thinking a day at the zoo, seeing the ice exhibit at the gaylord, maybe staying the night at the wolf lodge in grapevine, buying new boot for him and izzy, taking a long bike ride on the trinity, etc....i mean does this not all sound like a guy's dream christmas break! well, jeff has done well, and i give him a big high five for getting up with the girls this morning and allowing me to sleep till 8, but even better i got up made the bed and showered before leaving the bedroom. absolutely wonderful! we had a movie date last night, leaving the sleeping girls home with cade and running down the road to the theater. (by the way if looking to see one of the many movies released christmas day, i highly suggest the curious case of benjamin buttons) jeff reminded me this was our first movie since izzy was born together! so, this morning after getting out of the shower he informed me he was rushing out the door to work at the shop. no surprise here, on christmas day he worked in the backyard for 3 hours! there was no lulling on the couch, sneaking a nap in while the girls nod off, at 11am he informs me he has ants in his pants. yesterday was rough with annie's whole nap episode ** so he hung around (with ants in his pants) but the guy acts like a caged tiger when he is coped up in the house....pacing from room to room, stopping to look out the window wondering which one he could escape from, taking a very quick and brisk walk with me pushing me to pick up my steps the whole way and finally at the end of the day he walks through the house tool bag in hand determined to fix something.
i don't blame my husband this problem with not being able to take it easy and relax comes from his mom's side of the family, the bugajs. his grandfather worked every day of his life, even in retirement...jeff's mother works 12 hour days in her yard for fun on sunday (she is well into her sixties), when they vacation they must get up and go all day long. they walk, they explore, they move, move move (plus hate staying in hotels, would rather sleep in the car or in a sleeping bag) our honeymoon was 18 days of pure on the go go traveling....good for the fact we saw a lot of europe but hey everyone wants to lay on the beach every now and then. we took one trip to mexico for our 1st anniversary it almost killed jeff to sit on the beach or by the pool and just soak up the sun for two days. i had to keep pushing the free booze into his veins and even then i would have to stay up with him till almost dawn. chris my bnl is also like this....he does have a desk job so when not working he goes, goes, goes. i tell you it is in the blood, so i can not blame annie because well she has bugaj blood pumpin through her little body. this may even explain why she was walking at 9 1/2 months old and why it is a battle at nap time. in her little mind she has lots of work to get done!
the girls and i headed off to the zoo this morning and took babci along with us....it was like a ghost town, not sure if it was the weather threats or the wind that keep people away but it was super for us. the animals were frisky and if you have not been lately there are four tiger cubs that are incredible to watch.
well, i am off to make cade turn off the x box live and do something productive for the first time in days. i must figure out how to put a timer on that damn thing that shuts it off after so much time each day......

**today was easier...i rocked her for about 10min then laid her down, i think she only cried off and on for about 20 min. of course, she started with that loud shrilling scream that sent cade flying off his chair to rescue her from her mean mommy.