“What are you?”
Technically correct, anyways.
Marty and I were ready to trick or treat the entire neighborhood, but after one solid block Logan was asking to go home. And eat his ‘new dinner’ which he apparently thought was coming from his bucket of candy.
This past week was a doozy as one of my very best friends was hospitalized for a ruptured appendix. And you may think that this means emergency surgery like the rest of us, but it actually doesn’t anymore. I guess if you’re lucky enough to be diagnosed with appendicitis that’s a fairly easy surgery, but once it ruptures you are in for a world of hurt. Protocol nowadays is inserting a drain and pumping you full of antibiotics to kill the infection before surgery is even considered. I got to her right after they put the drain in and wasn’t prepared for what I was walking into. I figured she’d be sitting in bed making her typical sarcastic comments but instead walked into a very quiet, dark room with Kari in so much pain she could barely utter a word much less stay conscious. Her mom-in-law was puttering around constantly putting cold cloths on her forehead to help get her high fever down and I tried to stave off the tears and sat and held her hand for a long time. I went to see her every day and by Friday afternoon she was in much better spirits but still stuck in the hospital (until today). I’m very glad she’s recovering in her own home finally.
Marty’s birthday was Saturday and we had an action packed day:
Birthday party #1 included pony rides, pizza, and cake.Birthday party #2 included bouncey houses, pizza and cake.
Birthday party #3 included beer, beer, and beer.
Guess which parties where for Logan and which were for Marty. Har de har har.
|Daycare Halloween Parade|