Well, that was depressing. New rule in my world, never blog on Valentine's Day...even if I'm thinking it's a good day.
Life is fine, we're fine, I'm babysitting a neurotic dog that needs to be medicated but that was the trade for the 4 year old and couple days of quiet so I guess I can stand it (dog #2 is just incredibly needy).
And here's a vision for you as we part ways. Last weekend the boy and I were up at a state park for a picnic lunch. We're walking slightly down hill across camping areas looking for a table by the lake when I stepped in a huge hole (covered in leaves, I'm not totally blind, yet) and went down fast and hard. Connor stared at me and asked if I was okay (I was, just humiliated) and when I sat up I realized there was a pick-up truck with 2 guys about 50 yards away staring at me waiting to make sure I was alive. The passenger gave me a thumbs up and I waved them away but it was so nice to know that little incident had been witnessed. As I got up, Connor started picking leaves off my back, patted me on my butt and said "It's okay if you're a little chubby mommy, you're still beautiful".
Oh ouch. Can I just say that at least a dead squirrel didn't land on your head and for that you can be grateful. ;)
Posted by: Melissa | February 16, 2009 at 10:39 PM
That sounds like a sitcom. At least YOUR kid is tactful about how he says things. Mine saw me in the shower the other day and asked "why are your boobies long?" The next thing out of his mouth was "Mommy you still have a 'pregenet' tummy!"
Posted by: steff | February 19, 2009 at 06:18 PM