Hello coffee drinkers!
First and foremost, can I get an “Amen” on the appropriately-placed commas in my title above? Because without it, I could be talking about baking the kids, or baking the kids and puke. Blech.
Now it’s time to get on with the show. I’d like to advise you to proceed into this coffee share using caution. One of my offspring turned into that evil little Excorist girl and projectile vomited err’where. On second thought, maybe you should just spray Lysol in my eyes, run, and then spray yourself down.
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As you may have gleaned from the title and picture below, I once again attempted to bake some bread this week. It didn’t pan out. I used one of those “so easy a child could do it” recipes where all you do is add a beer and let it sit for a while and stuff, and mine looked like this:
It was not good. Sam and Little Man swore they loved it, but the looks on their faces when I asked if they wanted me to wrap some up for lunch the next day betrayed them. At least they tried. Seriously though, you could’ve chipped a tooth on that crust. And the inside was doughy. No es bueno!
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So, have y’all seen that video where some reporter interviews a woman that lived in an apartment complex that caught on fire? Like the Sweet Brown “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That” interview, this was pretty funny as well. The Sweet Brown interview/song came out shortly after LM turned 4. It drove him batty to hear some of our relatives quote the song. He’d get all irritated and correct them, saying, “No one has time for this.”
He’s since become a little more laid back and will sing the song (his dad is always singing it or something else). After watching the “Fire” song, he decided to sing “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That.” It was pretty funny, so I had him do it again so I could record it (but of course!). I wish he would have done more of the song, but this totally cracks me up every time I watch it.
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Baby Girl had her 18-month well child visit on Thursday. As predicted, certain ladies in the office fawned all over Sam for bringing his daughter to an appointment. She is healthy, and the only thing we need to work on is her head banging. When she gets mad, she leans over and hits her forehead on the floor as hard as she can. Occasionally she does this in a gentle manner just because she knows we don’t like it. Anyway, we will continue trying to stop that as well as her other hitting tendencies.
I got a chuckle out of her discharge sheet. That little thing is 30.5 inches (9th percentile for height), 33 pounds (50th percentile for weight), and her head circumference is 19.75 inches, which has her in the 100th percentile for that. That toddler bobble head is so cute, but it’s tough to find shirts that go over her head! I had to cut out a chunk of her sweatshirt so it’d go over.
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Now for the last part. Baby Girl got sick all of a sudden yesterday. She took a longer nap than normal, and we were getting everything ready for the kids to go stay with Sam’s mom for the night so we could have a date night/put up the treadmill. (Don’t even get me started on that.) But then Baby Girl woke up feeling kinda warm and about 10 minutes later, she did this:
So long, Date Night.
She was running a fever of around 100. BG did the above number four more times throughout the evening. As fate would have it, I had just handed her off to Sam each time it happened. Sam had to change clothes so many time, and one time that mess was all in his beard!!! His reaction was priceless, too:
I felt slightly guilty since I started snickering at how he reacted. But I did clean everything up, at least.
BG was very tired throughout the rest of the evening and had a hard time keeping down and fluids. She seems mostly better this morning, thankfully!
Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster.