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Aug. 4th, 2009 09:32 amRotten potatoes are probably one of the worst smelling things in the world. Blech.
I'm still a little worn out from the weekend. I wish we had stayed at my parents' new place, because the old one reeks of cigarette smoke and dog. Katie is allergic to smoke and I think Ben is too because now he's coughing and has a runny nose. They did have fun in the pool. Ben is covered in scrapes from rolling around naked on the concrete around the pool - I didn't have any swimmy diapers with me and he refused to put on the life jacket bathing suit my mom had. He'd scoot on his butt until he reached the edge and then roll over to slide into the water. Little weirdo. My parents are besotted with him. He played with them, sang for them, and he kissed both of them good bye. I better not tell Bren's mom or she'll explode from jealousy.
Seeing Katie was wonderful, too. We giggled a lot. I got sick on Sunday and she helped out a ton with Ben. I hate having to share her. I know it makes me sound like a petulant brat, but I never want to give her up to her father again. She's mine, dammit.
I really, really want my husband to get better. Please.
I'm still a little worn out from the weekend. I wish we had stayed at my parents' new place, because the old one reeks of cigarette smoke and dog. Katie is allergic to smoke and I think Ben is too because now he's coughing and has a runny nose. They did have fun in the pool. Ben is covered in scrapes from rolling around naked on the concrete around the pool - I didn't have any swimmy diapers with me and he refused to put on the life jacket bathing suit my mom had. He'd scoot on his butt until he reached the edge and then roll over to slide into the water. Little weirdo. My parents are besotted with him. He played with them, sang for them, and he kissed both of them good bye. I better not tell Bren's mom or she'll explode from jealousy.
Seeing Katie was wonderful, too. We giggled a lot. I got sick on Sunday and she helped out a ton with Ben. I hate having to share her. I know it makes me sound like a petulant brat, but I never want to give her up to her father again. She's mine, dammit.
I really, really want my husband to get better. Please.
