I watched the Bachelor all season. I realize there are far cooler things to be watching. But seriously, I cannot get enough of the botox, silicone, fake blond fest.
And can you believe what the guy ended up doing? He sent them all home. He was not “in love” with anyone and did not propose marriage to a single one. Good for him.
I have about a million things to do downstairs. I don’t know if I will ever be able to enter that level of the house again.
jj got up from the kitchen table and went and stood by the front door and farted.
Several times.
Loudly.
I guess I should thank him for not doing it at the dinner table.
However, I was at the dinner table.
Eating dinner.
And he was standing there.
Smiling.
Coyly.
Like, look at me. I am such a gentleman.
Farting is one thing.
Farting performances.
Well, that is a complete other thing.
I cannot think of a single thing to write about. I have been trying to do a post a day in November, but being that there is nothing floating around in my head, there is nothing to say.
Do you remember this boy?
I hardly do. I cannot believe the boy that is telling me I bug him every day was once so small and chubby.
You amaze me everyday.
You informed me yesterday that cutie oranges are delicious. You actually said that.
You also ripped the head off a dinosaur in the library book. I told you when we got home you would get a time out for being so naughty. When we got home you went and sat in timeout without me even reminding you.
You hold my hand lately. Your little fingers wrapped around one of mine, it makes my heart jump. I would walk to the end of the world like that. You also like to hold my hand when we are in the car. So I hold one of your legs while your toys use it as a hill to jump off or as a spider to jump on. Once in a while you will put your hand on mine and pat it or just rest it on mine. It is such a simple movement.
I cannot imagine life without you.
You have made me.
I have never talked to Gentry about shots before. I just don’t bring it up and by not addressing this, I assume that he is not out shooting heroine. I also assume that he not going and getting immunizations when I have my eyes closed.
A couple days ago he had his three year check up and we discussed all my concerns. By all my concerns I mean, my concerns. I managed to squeeze in some questions about Gentry so I didn’t sound completely self-centered. But lets get this straight. Gentry is concerned with Spiderman, becoming Spiderman and cookies. I, however, have concerns of my own. About my life and the amount of crap I let in. So I had some concerns worth discussing. The doctor said to follow my heart, and I am. I feel good about my decisions.
After the discussion, the nurse walked in and said, “Time for a shot!” Like it was now time to pull a chocolate coated Spiderman with nougat center from her hat. Like, are you ready for the happiest time of your young life? Gentry was not fooled and proceeded to climb the walls, shrieking-and-cavorting-Spiderman-style. He has never been so scared in his life and I don’t know who told him that shots were near death and that the Green Goblin was actually going to come and pull his head off and throw it into a burning building. But lets just say the tantrum that followed was incredible. Spectacular. An A++ as far as tantrums go.
I bribed him with french fries and tried to distract him with a book that was not about Spiderman. He was still not fooled.
He was so upset about being poked by the nurse he would not let me put his pants back on. He then proceeded to inform me that he is no longer in need a mother. I had turned on him and let someone poke him with a needle. For obvious reasons, he thought he could so a much better job that I do.
As we were driving home, I told him that Peter Parker got poked by a spider and it turned him into Spiderman. I could hear the little hampsters in his mind churning. I told him that sometimes we have to get shots so that we can be strong like Spiderman.
Today, he told me that he got poked like Spiderman. I think he is expecting the change any minute now.
Love bulbs. Love the thoughts of new growth. Excited for what the spring will bring in a transformed garden.
We were in Logan this weekend. It was so beautiful and relaxing. I am finally seeing that Logan is small and that I feel more at home again in Salt Lake. It has only taken about four years to get over the six years I lived there. There are no buildings over four stories. Most of the businesses are along Main Street and are old and worn with charm. I love Salt Lake now/again. I love my neighbors and friends. I love my house. I love being close to stores I love. There is definitely more charm and old time personality in Logan, but I am starting to hit my groove here. It is nice to be home.
