Did you really think I’d subject you to a whole 20 things? That would likely exceed the number of functional brain cells I possess at this moment, so don’t worry about faking your disappointment :)
Fact: I can brush my kid’s teeth when he’s fully asleep and propped up on the bathroom counter.
Fact: He can only spit in the sink accurately 50% of the time in this state. Ask me how I know.
Fact: He is no longer throwing up! YAY!
Fact: He exchanged puking for whining. Can I trade back?
Fact: He’d been falling down quite a bit and developed a nice limp.
Fact: Remember this? The doctor who promised he’d be an Olympian because his feet weren’t straight? There’s a worse doctor.
Fact: I can barely write about this because I’m still so angry. Momma Bear was ready to swipe. Dr. Fancy Specialist claimed Itty Bit falling down in pain was growing pains. Every question I tried to ask, he ignored me and replied to Mr. Daddy. And he flat out REFUSED to look at a 5-second video I’d taken of Itty Bit limping. They’ll do nothing.
Fact: Happy thoughts, happy thoughts… We tried to bust out of our funk and went for a 3 hour Rhino ride. I think the Rhino was happy.
Fact: 3 hours = 30 bumpy miles = unhappy mini bladder.
Fact: That rifle is a necessity due to those random bears roaming the backcountry. (Stupid Rachel, stupid… just gave yourself the pee pee shivers again).
Fact: There are few things better than watching your husband teach your son the things he loves.
Fact: That picture is wildly misleading. There is a gigantic valley between them and the trees. And on a clear day, the mountain just behind. Truly breathtaking.
Fact: Mr. Daddy gets excited about mud. I can’t imagine why???
Fact: We stopped at the edge of a thousand-acre commercial tree farm. And could see the steam plant in the distance.
And it somehow made me so melancholy. We’d just lost Mom and the steam was rising and felt like it was melting into the cloud cover that filled the entire sky. If I could have shown you a panorama, it felt like it was surrounding us.
Fact: Itty Bit was ignoring Momma’s instructions to quit hitting the trees.
Then a faraway gunshot scared the everloving snot out of this kid.
Fact: I think he figured someone was shooting at him for hitting the tree.
Fact: His expression did nothing for my ridiculous mini bladder.
Fact: Anyone want to join me for True Story Tuesday next week? I’m feeling kinda insecure about it – like being the first person to start the wave, and then nobody else joins in…? If I promise a super-duper awesome family legend written by my very own Sis? Come on, you know you love her…
Fact: Laundry is not my friend. Oh yes he did.
Fact: I will make him wear that obscenely cute hat until it doesn’t fit him anymore.
And then maybe I will wear it.