Well, I’m fairly certain that I have exhausted the I HAVE A STAPH INFECTION IN MY LEG card. In other words, when I’m lying on the sofa now, and I holler out, “Will someone please make me a cup of hot chai tea? I’d love to do it myself, but STAPH INFECTION IN MY LEG, PEOPLE!”, no one really bothers to jump up any more and cater to my needs.
It could be because my leg looks a whole lot better today.
If by better, you mean, “That is still the ugliest mess of infection I’ve ever seen, but it’s a dried-up, faded-purple now, instead of neon red and welted, so let’s classify it as MENDING.” Plus? Well, it feels a lot better. I’m pretty sure I’m going to win this battle with my little antibiotic soldiers.
Thank you for your concern. It’s still perfectly acceptable for you to either make me a homemade chai latte while I’m on the sofa, or actually bring me one from Starbucks, which is just down the hill. Either option works.
So while I was on my sabbatical from this blog, life still went on. Thankfully, I managed to capture some of it in pictures.
Cousin L played some soccer.
It is what it is.
That’s Cousin L up there, looking sassy in her bright pink soccer get-up. Suffice it to say that, “Girlfriend can play some soccer!” L is very good on the field, but I’ve always found that a pretty pair of socks can boost your self-confidence to astronomical levels.
Cousin K was at the game, too, so I made him smile…
We had enough rain last week to really concern Noah, so all of the boy’s soccer practices and games were cancelled. With some good weather luck, I’ll have pictures of him kicking the ball around later this week.
I know that y’all are just beyond yourself with excited anticipation. I promise to bring you mediocre photography with blurred subjects. It’s a gift.
Thing 2 wore a Bronco jersey in honor of THE BRONCOS PLAYED ON MONDAY NIGHT last week. It’s an old Griese jersey, which belonged to the boy, when he was two. I tried to get Thing 2 to sit up nicely in his rocking chair, but his new thing is to throw himself into a playboy pose right before I snap the camera.
The boy’s buddy, Enzo, celebrated his birthday with an elaborate ATTACK OF THE ZOMBIES party. His parents worked together to create a scavenger hunt that sent the pack of party guests all over the neighborhood and nearby parks, IN THE DARK, to gather supplies for survival, because the zombies were coming! They had strategically hidden water bottles and flashlights and first aide kits all over the place, in friends’ yards. The boys had to gather clues to find the supplies necessary to survive an attack by zombies. The final clue was hidden in OUR front yard, but listen.
No one ever picked it up.
It’s because Enzo’s dad looked like this at the stop right before ours.
Afterward, Enzo’s mom sent me a snapshot of all of the boys, SAFE AND SOUND, at her house.
The boy, however, declared that this was the very best birthday party he had ever been to. They had their scavenger hunt in the dark… they ate homemade, grilled pizzas… they were scared out of their wits… and they stayed up until 4:00 in the morning. All of the elements were there for a successful birthday party.
Cousin H wore a headband one day last week that was so cute, I couldn’t resist snapping a picture. (And who am I kidding? I would have snapped a picture even without darling hair accessories.)
This is W, in the traditional, “I’m a teenage boy who doesn’t always smile for the camera” shot. He took it himself and sent it to my phone.
Hubs bought the boy a giant book on writing and programming your own apps. The book is thicker than New York City’s phone directory, and exactly as interesting as reading a phonebook would be. However, the boy pounced on it like a rat on a Cheeto, and within an hour and a half, he had written an app that was already downloaded to both his phone and Hubs’ phone.
When he showed it to me, with excited chatter, I pretended to understand everything he was talking about, but all I really heard was Charlie Brown’s teacher talking.
Writing apps isn’t really my thing.
Now… I just need that kid to write something like Angry Birds, so that Mama can buy a new dishwasher that actually DRIES her dishes before calling it quits.
… look at this next series of snapshots closely. I think I’ll call it The Great Toy Exchange.
“Look, Thing 2. This is my toy where you can push buttons and make music. We can share it, if you like.”
“Lady, you’re starting to push MY buttons with that high-pitched voice of yours!”
“But it isn’t yours! It really is MY toy, and I was going to share it with you!”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Woman. Gather your posse and come try to retrieve it!”
And that’s kind of what happened around here last week, while I was very busy NOT blogging.
Y’all have a fantastic Monday night.