After a week away from our house, it's so good to be home again. Even though I got to see my family almost every day and was able to spend time at the Family Farm picking blueberries and wading in the creek, I never really get comfortable anywhere now that Jules is getting into everything. Constantly moving things out of Jules' reach, constantly pulling things out of her mouth: I lose all my sense of adapting to my environment when I'm focusing on entertaining a very active baby. I had a startling realization that for as much as I don't particularly like cleaning the house and doing laundry, it is something that I've grown accustomed to, and I find the scheduled monotony of it reliable and hazard-free. Plus, our house is child safe with the magazines placed out of reach and the age-appropriate toys ready at a moment's notice. Indeed, so now you know my little secret: I'd rather fold a load of socks than spend long periods of time outside the house with Jules. I'm so not an easy-going mother. *sigh*
However, there were definite treats of the week. Going to IKEA was one of them. Sarah and Toby, Andrea, Jules and I spent Thursday there. We had been prepared for the mad swarms of people that the media had promised, but the only mad swarms were of police officers. There was even one particularly irritable officer who had a word with Sarah regarding her method of turning around after heading the wrong direction. I think the officer was probably just irked that she had been assigned the duty of containing the IKEA crowds. You know how crazy people get when they're on a mission to find the perfect Swedish bookshelf.
The store was busy, but manageable, and it was everything I hoped it would be. It's smaller than Seattle's version, but we still managed to spend over three hours in there. One thing I found particularly interesting in IKEA is that all the books displayed on the bookshelves are written in Swedish. I picked up an Anne Lamont book, but quickly discovered I wouldn't be able to read it. I suppose it adds an air of authenticity, and as an added bonus they don't have to worry about people stealing the books. Except for people who read Swedish, I suppose. Heh. Anyway, those of you in the area really should check it out (it's right by the airport).
My other small accomplishment of the week was finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It was good, full of tender moments and heartfelt courage. I fully enjoyed listening to it, and Rowling's imaginative tale kept me entertained throughout. Only afterwards, when the rush of emotion after finishing the series wore off, did I have any complaints about the book. Because I can't seem to discuss the book without inserting spoilers (much to Jason's dismay since he's still working on it!), I'll wait a month before giving my full opinion. I will say, however, that while it was a fitting conclusion to the series, it doesn't exactly hold together. Or rather, it's held together by plenty of magical Scotch tape. Nevertheless, for all its flaws, Rowling is still a brilliant storyteller.
The final excitement to the week was a milestone anniversary for Jason and me. Ten years. A whole decade. After all this time, I can say there are lots of things I'd change about our wedding except one thing: the moment I said, "I do." That's definitely the best decision I've ever made in my life. Jason and I celebrated our anniversary rather anticlimactically by going to see the new Harry Potter movie. It would have been nice to go out to dinner or dessert or something, you know, sophisticated but it didn't quite work out that way. At any rate, it's always nice to just get out without the girls. After all these years, it's the small things like holding hands instead of kids that make my heart flutter.