How many times has my child uttered something shocking or completely out of the realm of reality, and I swear I will never forget it. Yet these small treasures have become so numerous that the circuits are full and I now need backup. So hopefully my fingers will now record what my brain intends to do while my life continues to resemble a pinball.
Today we are at Grandma and Grandpa Firetruck's after Papa Dale needed to bypass some pizza filled arteries. I am now convinced Ashton was taken from a liter of pups and dropped off at the nursery, since he has decided to use the doggy door for in and out privileges, the dog bed for a napping hammock, and the dog as a pillow.
Grandpa and I also discovered how much a diaper can absorb, after allowing Ash a dip in the pool with his huggy soon to be 5 pound soggy sponge attached to his rear.
Maya is Grandma's little shadow. "Daddy?" has now been replaced with "Grandma?" fielding all the questions so now cold water with ice requests are no longer my concern. Having crutches can have their benefits.
Too the pool we go, dad sidlined with a busted ankle and crutches do not make for good oars. Grandpa and Grandma both spend time with the new and improved, swim lesson tested fish Maya and Ash. Both kicking on the noodle and Ash playing Humpty Dumpty.
French Fries and corn on the back patio while Ashton adopts multiple pet flies that circle around,he attempts to stab them with a fork. Maya proclaims that Spong Bob makes her booboos feel better, undercutting dad's usual prohibition on the sarcastic sponge man. We watch Dumbo as a treat for a bath, and Ash again cuttles with Hero, adopting him as his new father.
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