Since Gavin is exceptionally sensitive to loud noises and Cooper literally turns into this after 8pm:

our Fourth of July was spent managing a (hopefully) teething Cooper (up screaming for an hour at 3am), introducing Gavin to Star Wars Episode IV, lighting off a couple mini-fountains in our driveway, and scaring Gavin with sparklers (whereas Cooper wanted to eat them).



Why yes, Gavin is standing next to wax look-alikes of Cooper and me, straight from Madame Tussauds.

I can’t actually get him to dance while standing. Which is fine because I can barely get Gavin to dance anymore. So here’s Cooper dancing in sheer contentment as he eats pizza:

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Justin: Hello?
Me: Hi. Did you make and bring a lunch for Gavin today since he has his fieldtrip?
Justin: No. didn’t know he needed a lunch.
Me: It was on the fieldtrip sheet on the fridge. Okay…I’ll bring it. Did you grab his extra clothes for his cubby?
Justin: No.
Me: Uh, did you grab his sheets from the dryer?
Justin: No.
Me: Did you put sunblock on Gavin?
Justin: No. That’s not part of my morning routine.
Me: What? It’s summer…he needs sunblock. Alright…well, did you leave his carseat there?
Justin: No. Didn’t know I needed to leave the carseat.
Me: It was on the fieldtrip sheet on the fridge. *pause* So uh, did you bring Gavin to school?

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I found a tick on me this morning while showering. On the back of my hip. It looked like a little black sesame seed. With legs. I have no idea how long it’s been there since the last time I recall looking at or consiously touching that part of me was around bedtime on Monday night. So potentially 36 hours.

Now I ask, How in the world am I supposed to find something THAT small on my dogs…even with their short short hair (they’re Boston Terriers)?

I probably don’t need to add that I’ve been spending most of the morning feverishly googling “Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever” and “Lyme Disease” (no pun intended…well, maybe a little). Why don’t we have a vaccine for humans for lyme disease? I mean they do for dogs…

Nope. Not what you’re pry thinking, you dirty bird.

All I was going to say is that was a quick 24 hours yesterday. Twenty-four hours where nearly everything went smoothly, worked out, went my way. Twenty-four hours where even though I was stressed from work, I was also elated because I was busy enough for the time to go by quickly and also got a certain sense of satisfaction in getting things done that were critical. It felt really good to be the “go-to-girl” for all those people, if even just for a day. And it felt good that other things were working out and I looked and felt good. I haven’t felt that good about things in general in quite some time and man I wished I cherished it a little bit longer.

Because today kinda sucked. Back to real life, eh?