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What!?!

I know I said I was going to post every day, but come on. Sometimes I just don’t have any thoughts rolling around in the old noggin’. Seriously.

Tonight I am going to eat out with a bunch of girl friends and I am sure when I leave Gentry will shed his clothing. He does this every night lately and runs around in his underwear, freezing and pretending he is Tarzan. And being the great parent that I am, I let him. Thank you all for not coming over in the evening unannounced. You would see us having Family Home Evening with one never nude (hi arrested development fans) child.

On my bathroom floor right now:

:: one zebra
:: one camel
:: one giant water spitting toy spider
:: one winter dog, probably similar to the type Todd Palin has
:: one lizard
:: one giraffe
:: two cows
:: one dragonfly ring
:: pee
:: lots of hair that I cannot see but that braids itself around my toes
:: one square of toilet paper
:: one teal bath rug
:: one 50s style makeup case
:: one parenting book
:: one rubber band
:: one gift card to express
:: one book club book
:: two toddler works of art

Now times this by my bedroom and the living room and my carpet that needs to be cleaned but that no one does properly. I am a constant bag of nerves.

This is pretty.

I designed it. It is a holiday card for a corporate client. I hope they choose this one.

I am home alone on Mondays. I have to work and do the laundry, but I cannot tell you how much I love to hang around all day working in my warm jammies and eating food I could not eat if Gentry was here. I can eat garbage, but Gentry MUST eat healthy. If Gentry were home I would totally not put chocolate chips on it, because that is the part that is unhealthy. Obviously. mmmmmmmmmm.

Thanks for trading kid care Tanjie.

Gentry punched me in the arm today. Which is not the worst pain in my life, but it is sharp and intense. I told him if he did it again I was going to do it back. Thankfully he listened and there was no need to commence the beatings or the bleetings.

We had nine sheep when I was in high school. Our favorite was named Paisley, which is a good name for a sheep but not a child. To tired to continue. Perhaps I will continue the tale of the sheep tomorrow.

The time has passed to quickly. I remember thinking 6 months would never come, since than time has flown by. I cannot believe that you are four. We celebrated by throwing your first official birthday party. Since Dad and I love the design elements of the event we didn’t pay much attention to the big details like games and such. But the graphic elements we rocked.

Holy Batcakes, Batman!

T-shirts! We made a shirt for each kid. JJ did most of the work. I ordered the shirts from one of our vendors and I love them. They turned out really cute, JJ did all the screen printing. We are having visions of screen printing other things though. Like mens underwear. And lots and lots of onsies.

:: eating breakfast in the morning and actually being ready for the day ::

:: eagerly preparing for a very batman birthday party ::

:: sushi dinner tomorrow night :: black magic woman roll is my favorite ::

:: new ideas ::

:: a nearly clean house :: this is so rare and worked so hard for :: just one more toilet, tub and vacuuming :: yeah ::

:: exercising again :: hopefully :: i quit for about 2 months :: guess i needed a break ::

:: nearing the end of several books ::

:: learning to prioritize ::

:: bat fondant :: this should be fun ::

:: a little boy with a dry diaper in the morning :: also un-swollen junk ::

JJ just informed me that last night after the fight (we do that sometimes) and my evacuation of the house he went upstairs and broke my vacuum. 🙂

I smile to myself because I thought I was the only one who threw and broke things and scared the children.

Love you babe,
Makayla

Gentry is ok. He does have epididymitis, but you just treat that with ibprofen and time.

Thank you all for you concern. We are going to take a nap now since we all got home last night at 3 in the morning.

So this morning, which is 6 hours later than last post, which I consider last night, I don’t know if I am an alarmist or especially unfeeling to the plight of being three-nearly-four. I seem to be a just-live-with-it kind of girl. I just don’t really know.

Anyway, should be get into this and talk about male junk?

Lets!

Two nights ago Gentry was complaining that he hurt down where his leg attaches to his body, which is also like where his male parts are. I try to pretend those are not there and pay them as little attention as possible. I mean. I wash them at night and I make sure they are aiming for the toilet during the day, but for the rest of the time I pretend Gentry looks like a Kenn Doll down there. So he complained about the pain for the rest of the day and was incredibly sensitive to bending or me holding him and would put his knees between us if I was holding him.

Last night JJ, who also has junk, was inspecting the soarness and noticed that Gentry was swollen. I really think I would not have noticed as I am of the you-need-privacy-I-am-not-looking-bunch. He has one swollen testicle and is swollen up inside a little bit as well. JJ is familiar with that sort of thing (very familiar if you know what I mean), I on the other hand know about function but not about well much else, including what it should look like normally. I guess I better get familiar.

Anyway, so we took Gentry to his doctor who sent us up to Primary Childrens. They did an ultrasound and thought it was a hernia, but when the surgeon came to examine him he thought it was epididymitis which you can learn about here and here.

This morning we are facing either a round of anti-biotics (I think) or a small surgery to fix a frisky bowel. Either way, things are not life threatening. But it is so hard for me to watch them put him under and try to fix things manually. Even just listening to them talk about this makes me want to throw up, as the entire time I am just trying to breath and not make a bigger mess.

Off we go to the hospital for a long day of male unit manipulation. I hope your day is as fun as ours.