Bless me cyber-gods for I have sinned. It has been many months since my last blog attempt. A lot has happened since then. Or, you can just consider me a slacker. But seriously, it's been busy around these here parts. After my own health scare, which is all better now thankyouverymuchdrcallahan, I found out my daughter will be needing a kidney transplant. World officially upside down, again. It's going to be ok, though. It has to be ok. There is just no other acceptable outcome. Everyone has been super supportive. Well, almost everybody. Some people suffer temporary insanity because they can't understand why I can't drop everything when they want me to, but it's usually very short-lived. Generally, once I start screaming and using words strong enough to make a sailor blush, they snap out of insanity mode. And as for the ones who have not been supportive, well fuck off. 'Nuff said there.
One thing I appreciate a lot more is a good laugh. And I got one this past week. Picture, if you will, a 7 year old boy, small for his size, with lots of older brothers that could thump him on the head and knock him out cold. Imagine the oldest brother, devious glint in his eye, convince their uncle that they need to hang the smallest one from a nail...by his underwear. I swear, it really happened. I couldn't make this shit up. Naturally, they did just that, and we got pictures and some video for good measure. However, this caused his underwear to rip 3/4 of the way around the waistband. Now you would think that hanging by your drawers would be humiliation enough, right? NOT! Small child #1 took the waistband to his drawers and pulled it up around his neck, causing his underwear to look like a wrestling outfit...if wrestlers liked perma-wedgies. Still playing for the crowd, he then takes off around the yard, styling his new workout wear. As if this wasn't enough, he engages in a couple of rounds of dodgeball dressed in only his wrestling thong and a pair of shoes and socks. Let me assure you, we were all sober. It was the middle of the day. Did I mention it was a weekend day, when everyone in the neighborhood was home. We had to contain ourselves and mom made him get dressed when he started running up to wave at passing cars. He did continue to wear the wrestling thong for the rest of the day underneath his clothes. I can't wait til he brings home his first girlfriend. That beats naked bathtub baby pictures any day of the week! I have some great pictures, but I am pretty sure mom and dad would not approve of me posting them. Plus I don't want to be responsible for his eventual appearance on the Jerry Springer Show. I can't wait to see what happens over summer break. check back soon for further updates!
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