Since the last post, we've been busy. Just after hitting Publish Post, on Smores, I went into the kitchen to discover two good pans had been used to cook on the grill. If you have ever done this you are aware of the layer of black sutt that covers the bottom. Said pans were then placed in the freshly scrubbed sink, which upon discovering led to me having a major top blowing. I think I hurt Pauls feelings, because he has been helping me so much around the house the last few days. Everyone has had and recovered from the stomach bug, two members of the house hold (not to be named) have been severely "backed up" resulting in a few doctors visits and xrays, and I injured my toe. When I say injured, that means a rouge pumpkin made its way into my path in the middle of the living room. When I didn't see it, I rammed my foot into it, wedging a chunk of pumpkin under my big toe nail, ripping it from the nail bed. ummm, great lunch time conversation. I realized later that night that I couldn't move it, so guessed it was broken. Best part is, after using the tweezers to pull out the pumpkin, with the girls watching wide eyed, I walked to the living room and said very calmly that "all pumpkins had to leave the house." Lilly and Jules responded my quickly rolling them out the front door, and Lilly ended it by shaking her finger and yelling at the pumpkin "no, no pumpkin. Bad pumpkin, you no hurt my momma!" I laughed so hard that I actually forgot about the pain for a minute. They melted my heart again the next day. I had been on my feet for a while, and taken the bandage off to let it breath. Inheriting the graceful Dean gene, I kicked the baby gate, and began crying like a baby. Amelia cried with me, Lilly looked like she would barf, and Jules started looking for the booboo cream. So sweet and caring.
We've begun decorating for Christmas, yay!
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