Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Yes, I am going private

I just haven't had to time to actually do it or figure it out.  However, I thought I would update everyone with a run down of what's been happening.

I guess the theme of my life right now would be busy.  I am busy at work.  I am busy at home.  We just got a new puppy named Elvis.  Unfortunately, Elvis got sick and after two visits to the vet I think we finally got it.  He is on antibiotics and has finally got his appetite back.  I won't say having a new puppy has totally turned us off to considering having another kid, but waking up in the middle of night to let him do his business has made me realize that I am too old to be getting up in the middle of the night.

What else......... I finally scheduled Payton's four year old picture for September 14th.  Can you say I am just a little behind on getting that done????  Also, Sunday was not a good day at our house.  It all started when we wanted to cook out steaks to realize we were out of propane.  I hate it when that happens.  I then went to take Derek's work clothes out of the dryer and realized that a blue pen somehow was still in a pocket. Unlike Derek, who ruined six pairs of his pants, I only managed to ruin two pairs and a shirt.    Although I take full responsibility for the incident, I will say how hard is it to take things out of your pants before you throw them on the floor?

Let's see.........oh, yesterday Payton was playing in her bathroom doing her dolls' hair.  She was up on her stool and putting bows in when she fell and hit the floor.  I was outside getting the trash, but when I came back in Payton was red faced cuddled up with Daddy.  This is what it looked like yesterday:



Today it is starting to turn purple.  Between burning herself on  her arm with my curling iron last month and this, I am really hoping that CPS doesn't come a knocking on our door.

Lastly, this is what you get when you give your child your phone while you are getting your toes done.



I hope everyone had a great long weekend.

1 comment:

Our Wandering Life said...

Mat and I totally understand why the cut off for domestic infant adoption is 45. We were puzzled by that rule before but not anymore! I am 37 and imagine in the next 8 years even more parts of my body will droop, sag and totally fall apart making bending, stooping, picking up chunky children, etc. nearly impossible.