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I think I’ll just go take another 600 mg of ibuprofen and try to get some sleep. Good night!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Today when the boys woke up from their naps we opened the curtains in their bedroom and saw a doe and her two fawns unabashedly helping themselves to our sweet potato plants. I was not amused. “Go shoot them quickly,” I told Adam who is obsessed with the idea of hunting right now. He has a toy gun that makes noise and that’s it; but he thinks it’s super cool. Especially since his grandpa put a scope on it today. Down the steps he thumped in that my legs are still kind of sleepy fashion and I tried to hurry him along from behind, sure the deer would leave before we got there. Adam spread both arms out to the sides and said, “Do not put any pressure on me at all.” (Well, excuse me? I thought you are still five not twenty-five!)<\/p>\n
I woke up with a migraine and David’s parents graciously rescued me from my nauseous, think I’m about to black out state by picking up the boys. When they returned for naps four hours later I was still sore but able to live life again. Still, that hangover feeling continued. I tried to cheer myself up by using china at the table tonight. We had tomato basil soup, thick ham slices and melted cojack cheese on toasted bread, and a Greek salad. I decided it would be a fun night to teach Adam about garnishing food so we headed out the door to pick some oregano and chives. My sour cream dollops sank to the bottom of the bowl so it wasn’t quite like I hoped; but still fun. As Adam surveyed his sprig of oregano I explained to him that we call that a garnish. “Mommy, we could just put green all over the top of my bowl of soup and then it would look all green. Would that look pretty, Mommy? What would we call that?” I had food in my mouth and David beat me to the punch line with a great one liner. “That would be called an ingredient.”<\/p>\n
Later Liam was bouncing his little ride around car up over the threshold of the doorway determined to get it in the house. Adam looked over at him and scoffed, “Liam don’t be so controlling.” Oh, how I love when he mixes up word meanings like that. It’s so ludicrously funny!<\/p>\n
The migraine really is better but the back pain is not. My shoulder has continued to give me issues ever since my last pregnancy. Most times it’s more like a subtle reminder but sometimes, like the last week, it is pretty mean. Last night I couldn’t close my fingers tight around a washcloth when I went to take a shower and trying to write with a pen was next to impossible. I really will do something about it. I tend to take care of everyone else and kind of leave myself out right now since we’ve been pretty much inundated with medical bills for Liam. Which is also why I’m two years overdue for an eye doctor visit. David does not like this one tiny bit. Tonight he pretty much set the record straight and I will make some phone calls first thing Monday morning. In his words, “you’re a tough cookie.” Is that a compliment or a slam? I dared to ask him and he just chuckled. UH OH. I think I’ll just go take another 600 mg of ibuprofen and try to get some sleep. Good night!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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