He had to go to the dentist today...and he looked so miserable when I went to pick him up...I just had to take a picture.
I know. I'm horrible. It's my cross to bear.
On top of his pain and putting up with a wife who insists on photographing everything, I don't think the drugs wore off all the way, because Troy offered to take us out to dinner...at a restaurant. (I KNOW!)
Anyway, thanks for putting up with my awfulness.
And just for fun, I just thought I'd share a couple of Becky-isms.
When we went outside today there was a little butterfly sitting on the porch.
Becky looks at the butterfly and immediate looks at me and says, "I didn't see that one coming!"
And later on the car ride home Katie was getting very fussy. Becky tried to comfort her, but nothing seemed to help.
Becky turns to me and say, "Mom. She doesn't want anything. What are we going to do about that?"
phew. Glad to know we're in this together.
3 comments:
You're not horrible....you're human :)
The Beckyisms made me laugh; 3 is such a cute age!
All I can say is that Troy is a good sport for allowing that picture. I know for a fact that Glen would've never stood for it. :)
The drugs for sure we're still strong in his system...because there's no hand in front of his face.
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