Sunday, April 30, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
Play Ball!
Take us out to the ball game,
Take us to the Fisher Cats.
Buy us foam claws and lots of treats.... mom... I need more pretzels, and a baseball.
We don't care if we ever get back
For its root, root, root for .... Fisher Cats? Or are we rooting for Connecticut mom.
Oh good... Fisher Cats... yeah if they don't win it's a shame, or whatever I kind of like the Connecticut uniform. Noooo, definitely Fisher Cats.
For it's one, two, three strikes your out,
at the old balllll gaaame.
Take us to the Fisher Cats.
Buy us foam claws and lots of treats.... mom... I need more pretzels, and a baseball.
We don't care if we ever get back
For its root, root, root for .... Fisher Cats? Or are we rooting for Connecticut mom.
Oh good... Fisher Cats... yeah if they don't win it's a shame, or whatever I kind of like the Connecticut uniform. Noooo, definitely Fisher Cats.
For it's one, two, three strikes your out,
at the old balllll gaaame.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Where's the comedian?
There are days I feel like my life could be a sitcom.... Not a drama-filled crazy one, just a good old family comedy. Take yesterday for example:
I needed to go to my RA specialist, and because I didn't want to have to worry about the appointment going over I decided to pick up Reed from daycare on my way up. Reed yesterday wore underwear to school. He loves it. He still has accidents and I don't think he understands the concept, but he is insisting on it so... pee away. (And as he tells everyone who will listen... point your penis down.)
When we get to the doctor's appointment and check in, Reed keeps insisting I tell her. TELL HER. His voice gets deeper... this is to warn me to act on his wishes or I will pay. This is usually how get me goldfish, I want Sprite, and let me jump off the couch start.
I had no idea what he was talking about so made the error of walking away from the check-in window. MOM! TELL HER ABOUT MY UNDERWEAR. This was screamed as he started throwing himself to the floor. Luckily the nurse came quickly and checked us into our room.
Nurse: "How are you feeling?
Me: Good, I am feeling-
Interrupting Reed: TELL HER
Me: He wants you to know he is wearing underwear..... Reed- stop, no keep your pants on.
Reed proceeds to take off his pants to prove the underwear story as the nurse hurriedly scatters away.
Enter the doctor.
Dr. O: Hello Amanda and Reed... how are you feeling Amand--
I. Reed: TELL HIM
Me: He wants you to know he is wearing ---- Reed. No, pants stay on.
Again, pants come off for proof.
Doctor: Very good Reed. That is exciting. Amanda, any fevers, headaches, swelling, diarrhea?
Reed as the light-bulb goes off in his head: Diarrhea? I know someone who has diarrhea.
End story.
I needed to go to my RA specialist, and because I didn't want to have to worry about the appointment going over I decided to pick up Reed from daycare on my way up. Reed yesterday wore underwear to school. He loves it. He still has accidents and I don't think he understands the concept, but he is insisting on it so... pee away. (And as he tells everyone who will listen... point your penis down.)
When we get to the doctor's appointment and check in, Reed keeps insisting I tell her. TELL HER. His voice gets deeper... this is to warn me to act on his wishes or I will pay. This is usually how get me goldfish, I want Sprite, and let me jump off the couch start.
I had no idea what he was talking about so made the error of walking away from the check-in window. MOM! TELL HER ABOUT MY UNDERWEAR. This was screamed as he started throwing himself to the floor. Luckily the nurse came quickly and checked us into our room.
Nurse: "How are you feeling?
Me: Good, I am feeling-
Interrupting Reed: TELL HER
Me: He wants you to know he is wearing underwear..... Reed- stop, no keep your pants on.
Reed proceeds to take off his pants to prove the underwear story as the nurse hurriedly scatters away.
Enter the doctor.
Dr. O: Hello Amanda and Reed... how are you feeling Amand--
I. Reed: TELL HIM
Me: He wants you to know he is wearing ---- Reed. No, pants stay on.
Again, pants come off for proof.
Doctor: Very good Reed. That is exciting. Amanda, any fevers, headaches, swelling, diarrhea?
Reed as the light-bulb goes off in his head: Diarrhea? I know someone who has diarrhea.
End story.
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