Don't you love it when the worst parts of your week are written all over your face? (Hear dripping sarcasm.) Well, that's what happens when you get stitches on your chin. And it's even worse when the baby who is attached to your hip has to get stitches, too! People automatically write a story in their heads, and then they come to you to confirm. "What happened?" "Did you get in a car accident?" "Has the Warlock been practicing some UFC moves on you?"
Oh no no no no. I just tripped over the laundry and hit my chin on my bed. And Noel? It was the bath tub. Enough said.
But I want to tell you about the BEST parts of my week:
-refrigerator lock reinstatement+pantry lock+carpet cleaners=cleanish house=happy witchie
-Bardo's cute sayings are increasing daily. I wish I could record every single one of them. My boy brings me so much joy. He tells me he'll stay three forever just for me, but I know he's just saying that to please me. I'm so happy to have him.
-Noel's babbling--Pippi calls it singing, and I think she's right. It's music to my ears.
-the look on Pippi's face when the Warlock invited her to accompany him to New Orleans for a football game (The Warlock's thoughtful invitations make me feel that way, too.)
-chasing Bardo at the beach on Labor Day
-visiting my friend Jess last weekend
My life is good, no matter what the wounds on our faces say...