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Someone totally lied and told Santa he had been a good boy.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

Happy Father's day Todd!
You are a wonderful father.
Paddy and I are so very lucky to have you!

Semantics or help I'm raising another Slick Willy Clinton!

OK so yesterday I told you about how the fibromyalgia is giving me grief right now.

Yesterday morning it was raining and I stayed in bed. I just wasn't able to get up.

Around 11:30 Todd called to see how things were going. I told him I felt like I was run over by a truck. Paddy just had to talk to his dad. He gets on the phone and tells him that he hasn't had breakfast. Great moments in parenting!

But you see my mom was up when Paddy got up at 9:00 and he told her he wanted the previous night's left-over pizza. So she heated it in the microwave for him.

So after I was able to drag myself out of bed and talk to mom, I told her I needed to feed him. She said "He must be really hungry today, he wanted pizza this morning so I heated it up for him."

I looked at her with my mouth gaping open and told her what he had told his dad.

When Todd got home I launched into the whole rigmarole with the kid about lying and how Jesus doesn't like it when we lie.

Now here's the best part-Paddy looks at me with all sincerity and says "But mom I didn't have breakfast, I only had a snack." I guess in his mind, leftover pizza isn't breakfast food!

I really had to bite the side of my jaw to keep from busting out laughing! I mean folks, he's not even six years old yet and he already is arguing semantics. Lawdy I dread the teenage years!

So I took Paddycake to the dentist today for his six month check-up. No cavities, but the worst possible news(at least to me)-two of his bottom teeth are loose!! Do you know what this means?! My baby isn't a baby anymore!!
WAHHHH!!!!
Pardon me while I go crawl under the bed to cry!

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Please say a prayer for us tomorrow, mom has her appointment with the radiation oncologist.
I am praying for a good report.

G-d Bless!

Is that Dale Jr.?

No, that's my Paddycake.
Sadly there will be no pictures of me dressed as Elfaba.
By the time four o'clock rolled around, I was too tired and too sweaty.
Get your minds out of the gutter people, it was seventy degrees here and ever since the young'un was born I break out in a sweat if it is over thirty two degrees, and the sweat was running down my neck. My hormones are seriously wacked out!
No, Paddycake doesn't have to pee in this picture, if you notice the odd stance. He skinned his knee last weekend and then fell again on the same knee this morning. It's pretty nasty looking, I have cleaned it with the PhisoHex and glommed the Neosporin on it, but if it doesn't look significantly better in the morning, I will be dragging him to the walk-in clinic.