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The baby that lives at my house is allergic to bananas.

I really don’t want him to be, but I have to give them up and not give them to him anymore. He gets a really bad rash around his mouth. But he loves them. So once in a while I give them to him hoping that the allergy has gone away.

Being the brilliant mother that I am, I thought that I would try two bananas. Can we spell smart? S-M-R-T. I gave them to him when Oprah was on and he was fine up until we started getting him ready for bed and he started to turn pink. I went to the Relief Society thing and then came home and around midnight he woke up crying hard. So jj went to get him a bottle, and I was holding him in bed. In the dark I noticed that his face was bumpy.

Oh, my heck I thought. I could kill this child, out of sheer stupidity. Not because I want to, or have been thinking about it. I haven’t. But out of naivete, and inexperience. So we will not be giving the child anymore bananas, unless they are cooked. Like in banana bread (that is what we call a run-on). We will see how that goes, in a while, in a long while. The kid has been swollen for a day and has really dry face that are leading to dry little scabs. Like when your hands don’t get enough moisture and crack and burn.

I am sorry kid. I will do better.

You thought you were safe!

I did not set this up.

Last night before dinner we were about to say the prayer, and I said to Gentry, “Fold your arms.”

He obediently closed and covered his eyes with his hands. That what I would like to do too when I am called on to pray.

The selfishness of some people astounds me. I can pretty much attend any event at anytime of the day. Not everyone has this luxury.

There are people in everyones life who have loved you your entire life, people that have helped raised you, people that were excited for you before you were a person to be excited for. It seems rude to say to these people I don’t care if you want to share in this day with me, because I don’t want to share it with you.

And you can go on pretending that no one matters to you, but one day you will see what all this recklessness and carelessness has brought you. So keep on playing the calm girl that does not care. Because I am through with this selfish game that you play.

I think that I could like snowboarding. I have only been twice with a three year stretch between the times. So not exactly what you would call a pro. I went on Friday with jj. It was our combined anniversary and valentines day celebration. I think that is lots more fun them some dorky dinner somewhere where we try to be sentimental and aren’t.

Anyway, it was fun up until the very end. I can go one direction, where you are leaning on the back of the board. But my legs started to burn and I needed to figure out how to go leaning on my toes. So after I was very tired and it was reaching the end of the day I thought that I would try to learn a new skill. The art of spinning on a snowboard. jj can do it. I saw him do it as I was trying to learn.

It scared me bad.

So I would spin around and be kneeling and stand up and start going backwards down the mountain. The point was to spin around and be going frontward or backward down the mountain. I was starting to get it, but was majorly tired. Basically, I would stand up and get going fast enough to have a hard time stopping and when I would fall I would dig my little mitten hands into the snow and carve two little paths down the face of the this snow covered tundra.

I started to finally get it. But it was then that I got too confident and fell the fall that hurts like hell. I already have a messed up tail bone, and I think that I messed it up some more. I could not even sit down on the poor thing. When I fell, I stayed there on the snow with my feet and back on the ground making sure not to let my butt touch the ground. I layed(?) like that for a while. Then thought get up we still need to make it a few more times down the face. So I stood up after about five minutes and started going again and fell. But this time I was way to scared to fall on my butt and instead decided to fall on my hip. That is when I decided I should be done. I had broken my hip and my butt and I was getting out of there.

I have since developed a nice bruise on one butt cheek and down my bumbly crack. I made jj take a picture of it, and realized what a nasty site that was and quickly deleted it. Who wants to remember the enormity of the bottom, especially with large bruises and black eyes. And more keep showing up.

I’ll publish some pictures later, not of my bottom. I will be fully clothed thank you very much.

Today is the day that I have the car. Well, today and Friday. We are a one car family and it does not bug me. I know that if I had a car I would go out and spend tons of money all the time. Gentry and I usually come up with ways to entertain each other.

We went to the library today and being the socially conscious son that he is, he pooped his pants. I thought that this was like all the other poops from all the other days, unfortunately, it was like the poops from when he was three months old. The kind that exploded out the sides of the universe and cause a Doppler effect to make you wonder what is coming your way and what just passed you by. That was the kind of fecal matter we were dealing with today at the library. I used to save the clothes that he had done this in and scrub it out later with a toothbrush. Today I decided that I was tired of this and fortunately it was only on the onsie. So I threw it away. It really made me happy today to not have to scrub poop out a tiny t-shirt.

Today in total seriousness I asked jj if there was more that he wished that I was doing.

He looked at me smiled and said, “Showering with other women.”