the fiascos and awesomeness of having jon home again!

so trevor and i went to the airport to meet jon. i put this sign on trevor's stroller--

and this one on the house (and yeah, i painted them both, go me!)--

oh, and i decided to save the dress for a date, so instead i wore the other outfit i posted a week ago (the one that had the white shirt w/ black circles all over it)

i still think i looked FIERCE (to quote stacy and clinton), if i do say so myself! jon was appreciative. . .

so when we got home, we unloaded trevor and jon's suitcases and came in the house.

ok, sidenote for a sec: i cleaned the WHOLE HOUSE yesterday. this is extremely rare, my actually getting off my lazy butt to clean. i don't remember the last time i cleaned, but i know jon helped. . . and he was gone a little over 4 months. ew, gross, i know. ok, i DID mop the floor about a month ago. . . but that's it. so yeah, i was pretty proud of having cleaned everything up and making the house look all pretty and shiny like a mr. clean commercial. the REASON i never clean is only partly b/c i'm lazy (i am, i admit it). . . the bigger reason is that EVERY SINGLE TIME i clean, jon tracks in all kinds of dirt and goo and messes it up. like, it'll rain and he'll have mud on his boots, but refuses to take them off. . . it NEVER happens if it's been a while since i cleaned, just the days that i actually try.

so i figured it's supposed to be nice weather, jon won't be wearing his boots, i'm safe. so what's the FIRST thing that happens when jon walks in the house? the wheel on one of his suitcases BREAKS and he leaves a HUGE BLACK STREAK going down the length of the hallway (gotta love military housing's lovely industrial tile floors). . . i saw it and i was like "you did NOT just do that!" then i made him clean it. . . it took like, 2 seconds w/ a magic eraser, but still. . . of course, now i have this really bright white streak in the midst of slightly-less-white tiles in my hallway, so it seems i didn't do as good a job w/ the cleaning as i'd thought. . .

ok, so i put trevor down for a nap, jon and i *ahem* reacquaint ourselves a bit, and after lunch, we decide to all 3 go on a walk. we leave the house only to find that we left the trunk and 1 of the car doors open. . . good job guys, way to be on the ball. . . yeah, apparently we were a little TOO distracted by each other b/c it's been over an hour since we got home. . . thank goodness for living on base and for almost everyone being at work. . . that and the only thing in the car worth stealing is trevor's carseat. . .

anyways, yeah, the rest of the day was pretty routine, just jon unpacking, nothing too exciting. we went to olive garden for dinner (jon wanted to go to this indian place, but i had curry for the last couple nights, so i asked if we could go some other time b/c i wanted something different). . . well, between jet lag, a supposed stomach virus that's wreacked havoc on dh's digestive system for the last week (that's a WHOLE separate post though), and the food he ordered, he ended up feeling really sick and went to bed at 8:30. . . poor jon. . . here's hoping he feels better soon so i can catch up on the bd'ing (even if i CAN'T get pregnant yet. . . boo. . . )

oh, and really quick before i go, here's jon and trevor at dinner tonight--