1. Take a vacation
2. Get sick
Yeah-huh! That's right. I did. So there, who cares? Who's COUNTING anyway?
I took another vacation (well, we CALL it a vacation, but it was just a pre-registered weekend at the coast for my son's ninth birthday. It was his present... along with all the junk we bought for him while we were there because he's so dang cute and I can't tell him no. You see what I mean? I'm helpless, absolutely helpless.
If you look REAL close, you can see me wrapped around his little finger.
Ok, stop looking, there's really nothing there except maybe leftover caramel corn or something else sticky.
But it's ok that I'm sick again. At least it's not that virus crud, or that bronchitis... this time it's either a plain ol' knock-you-between-the-eyes cold or some killer allergies. You shoulda seen me scream at my son (yes, the cute one pictured above) to GET THE HECK OUTTA THE WAY, MOMMA NEEDS THE BATHROOM as I was frantically waving my arms about and sneezing violently between howls because I HAD TO PEE! Yeah, get moving kid, take your business to the OTHER bathroom please, because I'm about to have an accident. Did I mention that I'm so happy I don't have that virus crud anymore? *ahem* Yeah, now THAT woulda been fun to have along with all this sneezing. *snicker*
Anyway where was I? Oh yes, third trip away from home (in as many months) wasn't a charm for my health, but...
My third BORN child is DEFINITELY a charm. He's the apple of my eye, the anti-depressant to my blues and HE STILL SNUGGLES!! Yep, I love him. Love him to pieces. He's my favorite... just like the others. Happy birthday in two days my little man! I wonder Dad's gonna let me do for your ACTUAL birthday!!??
Tomorrow... more pictures from the beach because I just can't post pics of only one kid... they are kinda like potato chips.