Wednesday, October 21, 2009
okay, so pretend you're me.
Okay, so you're me, and you slept pretty badly, because your baby slept badly. You wake up and learn why: he has some mad-crazy diaper rash on his peeper. And then he takes a ten pound crap. So you get a firehose and mop the lad off and apply a tube of ointment.
Isn't that word just ridiculous? Ointment.
Anyway. While that's going on, you go up to your daughter's room to get her super-special outfit for school pictures, and you note that it's 8:50. Plenty of time! And then you find the super-special outfit in the dirty clothes hamper under daddy's stinky gi. So you beg/cajole your child into wearing something else, try to hack a shape into her bangs, and check the clock in your bedroom, which says 9:22, even though only 3 minutes have passed.
Then you remember daddy reset the Biscuit's alarm clock so she would sleep later.
You belt the kids into the car. You press the garage door button, and nothing happens. So you push it some more, from different directions. You kick the door a few times. You stamp on various bits of it. You google "open garage door". You finally get the door open and get to school 30 minutes late. On picture day.
LUCKILY, the rest of the day is awesome.
Because my Dr. Krog takes care of my cake-o-licious needs. See Unruly Junior going for a little snick-snack of icing? She's a bold little critter, to touch my cake. One could easily lose a finger doing that.
Followed by a meal at Benihana, because my favorite hibachi restaurant, Nagoya, didn't have a hibachi chef for lunch. At a hibachi restaurant. For lunch. At a hibachi restaurant.
But the Biscuit is pretty smooth with the chopsticks.
And then Dr. Krog took both kids for an hour and a half so that I could go to Starbucks and sip a pumpkin latte and implement the suggestions of my wonderful, lovely, talented, helpful critics. My first chapter is now 100% better. Thanks, guys! You were totally right!
And then I took the kids over to my folks' house to play. t.rex had his longest walking trip so far-- about 6 steps! And all five of us-- Nina, Big Ben, the Biscuit, t.rex, and me-- played ball. It was such a sweet way to end the day.
Sorry, Big Ben. You're making kinduva funny face there, but it was the best picture of me and the only one in which the Biscuit wasn't doing her "cheese" smile.
And, of course, this is what I saw every time I stood up today:
It was a good day. It was a good birthday. I have a good life.
And a delicious, moss-colored cake, and some awfully cute kids, and a sweet husband, and a wonderful family, and some rockin' boots, and a stomach still swollen from hibachi.
Oh, and I just finished my third piece of cake, but you didn't hear that from me, cuz I ain't one to talk.