Got my cast off today. Was told I would have to have one on for 4 more weeks until they realized they made a mistake and I needed a walking boot. Was about to start swinging because there was no way in hell...
Let the kids tag the cast this am before I had it sliced off. Was supposed to be fun but with kids there are plans and then there is what ends up happening. Ash pooped so had to take the pen away from him to change his pants. He freaked and chorus one started. Then the cat lost the cap to Maya's green pen and she freaked...chorus number two.
I have been dubbed the running hug master, where the kids scream down the hallway and I catapult them onto the couch. They think I was born to be there all time running hug dad. They do not understand when after multiple sessions I have to stop, like I am some robot and you can just oil me up and I don't stop. I missed Maya and she went flying by. Sorta funny but not when she sat on my lap crying saying that I made her really sad.
Today at dinner she told me that she was up with God watching us before she was born. Maybe she was...sure am happy she picked us to be her parents.
Ash loves chapstick. Lid on...lid off and don't you dare take it away from him. He also likes to put things in the toilet...tonight's victim...my gym shorts. He is now saying hat, car and please. Both kids wanna kick my leg now, as I let them kick it with the cast on...I see pain in my future.
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