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".