Sooooo, I lost my cell phone last week. Like: lost it-lost it. There was most likely what could have been clinically diagnosed as a panic attack involved. Also entered a great friend who wouldn’t leave me in that state, and did everything in her, and her 3 little monkey’s power to find it. People: I WENT through and physically touched, and gagged my way through our trashcans, fridge, laundry…it was not a repeatable experience. What made me the most distraught, aside from the fact it was found nowhere close to my path of travel that day, was I was so bloody upset. Over A STUPID phone. One that I realize rules my life much more than I am comfortable admitting. Do we realize how dependent we are on our phones? I couldn’t decide if I was more upset about losing my 2048 high score or having to re enter contacts. By the way, that is the best game ever. It was not until we actually prayed, did we find it. Sounds so ridiculous, right? Well, I believe with my whole heart He cares about the small things too. And shows us love and comfort when we beg. And whine. And cry. Even over stupid phones. Now that she has been recovered in all her sparkly glory, I realized how many pictures were at stake. Of course I photograph the loves in my life, and more often, the funnies.
Since we all know I think in a perfectly logical fashion, completely organized, I will share with you random pieces of the last few months. You are welcome.
My middle baby getting his hair did.
Since they discontinued the bottom left coolness, we went with this:
While baby girl is discovering ???? Mama failed to correctly screw the lid onto the 20 pound costco sized coconut oil. And she exploded. As in ALL OVER the kitchen. I tried to play it off like, ‘How fun! We have super shiny floors that we can potentially crack our heads open on! Yay!” And then I slipped and almost broke my groin. Isn’t coconut oil supposed to be hard?
This happened a few months ago, and I wasn’t sure if I should share…but let’s be honest, this is worthy. In our house, we have one child (un named) who is straight out of little rascals. Same one who dropped the worm down a girls shirt earlier this year. We typically handle these transgressions with apology letters and pictures to the victims. This was his finest work, and it took all of me to try and not control this thank you card situation. And, truthfully, I wanted to see if this girls parents had a sense of humor. I didn’t get called into the districts office, so let’s assume they laughed.
Remember how I have headaches all.the.time? Chad does. My last venogram (sp?) showed the blood clot/ flow situation. See how the vein goes down the middle and makes a 90 degree turn to the right? Yah. It’s supposed to do that on the left side too.
We took a wonderful vacay up north, to visit our sweet Andersen’s and spend some time with precious family/dear friends.
Apparently Cows approach cars in the same way they do their friends. Taking a good whiff of the tail situation.
Boys had the fantastic idea of fishing for trout in a manmade pond. They caught 8 of those suckers, and spent $100 to take them home and eat ’em for dinner. Only they tasted like poop. Next logical step was to set them out on the cliff for the birds. Not one seagull took the bait. (Remember these birds eat doritos bags for lunch).
Bestests of Friends
Brayden’s dream of visiting the Oakland A’s was realized, and he dropped em’ about 2 hours later. Haven’t seen green and yellow since.
Park time with C and E. Sweetest kids! I miss my Kayte!