**Remember how on my last post I said that the post I had all typed and ready was lost forever and I was ready to sing a Celine Dion song about it? Well it turns out that WordPress is much smarter than I gave it credit for, and it saved it! So here it is guys. Keep in mind, I typed this over a week ago and am too lazy to reread it right now, but here ya go. :)**
I swear I will get better at this, ok? This week/weekend has been CRAZY. Like, the craziest in a long time. I’ve been taking it surprisingly well, although I expect a full-on meltdown in the works soon. I’ll keep you posted on all of that…because I know you’re dying to hear more.
For now, I’ll share a recap of the Phoebe photos you’ve missed while I’ve been MIA. A good Phoebe Photo will always brighten the day.
After Phoebe’s worst nightmare of having to share her house and bed with my parents’ dogs this weekend, she rolled into Bryan’s bear blanket, which he shares with no one except for Phoebe apparently. She looked like she was swaddled like a baby. So pitiful.
I included an arial view so you could fully enjoy the patheticness.
Phoebe has all the energy necessary to play, but she doesn’t know how. I kid you not, she gets all excited and acts like she wants to play, and then when you try she will cower like a scardy cat. The only thing she does with toys is destroy them. Don’t even get me started with fetch. So when Mali is playing fetch with her tennis ball, Phoebe just requires a lot of attention to feel adequately and equally loved. This is usually the result.
Just ignore the letters drying in the corner there. I’m hosting a baby shower at my house this weekend with 3 other ladies and since I am craft-illiterate, my friend Dia, who is in charge of decorations, gave me the simplest job she could think of, and I love her for it. Oh, and I found a way to mess even that up. If you need an ego boost on craftiness, hit me up. I’ll tell you about my failures and make you feel better.
Finally, We are hosting Kanakuk Kampout counselors this week, which means we have 3 college guys in our house. Thankfully, we got some cool ones. They even did my dishes last night. Shortly after their arrival, Phoebe had them in her good graces, especially this guy, who asked if he could hold her like a baby. I told him she prefers it that way.
That’s a wrap guys!