This morning, as I left the house to pick up a sweet find, Chamblee got stung 15 times by something. A wasp, a horse fly, a something. I didn't see it clearly, but I do know that it flew into her shirt and got stuck in there. When I got to her and ripped her clothes off in the driveway I just saw it fly out. Jerk. I proceeded to count the whelps until I got to 15, all the while she was crying for her daddy. The one thing I couldn't deliver. Ice cream? A movie? Sweet mommy kisses? Wouldn't do. So a phone call would have to suffice. "You know mom, because stingy things are scared of daddy." Dead.
What was I going to pick up, you ask? The coziest little bassinet for our precious baby on the way:
Isn't it the sweetest? I can't decide if I want to paint it or not. My almost whole self screams, "Yes! Of course! Seafoam! Yellow!" But K gave me a funky look when I talked about painting it. The linens are so soft and cozy and makes me wonder how much weight it holds. I wanna crawl in.
We didn't have anything fancy for our other love babies, and they turned out just fine. This was just a deal I couldn't pass up. Wouldn't? Couldn't.
We stopped by CVS on the way home and got some medicine and sweet girl got to pick out a special for being so brave. She picked out a yellow corvette the moment we walked in the store.
I didn't want her to impulse buy, so I kept asking if she wanted an Ariel doll or some ice cream instead. As we walked up and down the toy aisle she finally lowered her head and said, "I just really wanted the yellow car that I saw." GASP. I'm a controlling & pushy mom. "Go get it, girl."
When we got home the Benadryl kicked in and she napped on the couch with our favorite quilt while The Lorax played in the background.
A sweet lady came by the house and bought a pair of my shoes for half the price of the bassinet while the bunny napped, and then I dozed off myself.
An hour later Jacob woke me up with his gibberish through the monitor. I sure wish I knew what that kid was talking about. He is so darn happy when he wakes up, he can only be dreaming about Heaven.
We played upstairs for a while. Until he hit the back of his head -hard- smack dab on the corner of the dresser and it promptly started bleeding. "Mom of the year award goes to..." I didn't know if I should take him in or cry with him. So I decided to just kiss him until I felt better. Lucky for me, my kisses seem to be enough for his sweet little heart, and soon enough we were tangled at the foot of my bed, just snugglin'. He's the coziest.
When Cham woke up we had snacks and baths and ran around naked for playtime. Not me. Them. Swear. While I was brushing Cham's long locks out, I noticed Jake's little feet sticking out from under the shower curtain. When I drew it back I found him. peeing. on the side of the tub. He was delighted. When he noticed me, he looked up and said "Whoaaaaa." Amazed. Cutest thing I've ever seen.
He's a total boy.
They are the perfect pair.
By the time K got home two of my press on nails had popped off and The Lorax was on again. Sue me.
17 days until we move, and we are in full gear over here. Yard sale this weekend and then the final pack and clean. After this weekend, we'll be living on paper plates and mattresses on the floor for a week. An adventure!
It's always an adventure of some kind, isn't it?
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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