|ACRYLIC BY ASHLEY MARY|
THINKING ABOUT: Yesterday I spent a good hour of my morning fretting over whether or not Max put a toothpick in his ear. Gulp! We had just gotten back from a long walk and he asked if he could play with Play-Doh. I happily obliged, as it would afford me the opportunity to hang out with him in the kitchen while I folded some laundry, sent a few text messages, and did some meal prep. After ten minutes of him playing independently, he came over to me frustrated with his snowman creation. The Play-Doh arms kept flopping and he insisted the snowman have stick arms. Desperate to complete the last few tasks on my to-do list, I grabbed two toothpicks, cut off the pointy ends, and handed them to Max. He was ecstatic. Toddler crisis averted, right?! WRONG! Approximately five minutes after my "mommy win," he came over to me with a blob of Play-Doh and one toothpick complaining his ear hurt. Confused and panicked, I asked him where the other toothpick was. He kept pointing to his ear and saying "Ow, ear hurts bad." I looked around the kitchen and dining room and found nothing. I dialed Flyboy's office but couldn't reach him, so I called my dad next. I just needed to talk to someone who could help me come up with a game plan. Should I rush him to Urgent Care? Also, what kind of mom lets their kid play with toothpicks anyway? Sigh. As my dad and I talked through the scenario, we decided that Max clearly wasn't in any pain, so I should continue to search for the rogue toothpick and keep an eye on my kid. Shortly after I hung up, my hunt continued until Max told me the "stick" was in his smoothie. Ah ha! Now we're getting somewhere, kid. I rinsed his cup, looked through the straw, and sifted through mushed up blueberries and bananas. I found nothing. What the what?! Ready for a break from the search, I moved on to the dirty dishes and let Max play with his tractor and farm animals. It was only when I went to grab the dish soap that I spotted the missing toothpick next to the poop bags. Ah ha! At one point Max came over and wanted to hand the Play-Doh to me referring to it as poop, but I was too busy stirring the soup that I just kind of brushed him off. He must have grabbed a Walmart sack from under the sink to pick up his imaginary poop. Because of course...
THANKFUL FOR: On Tuesday my grandma sent me a text saying she sent us some of her famous sugar cookies (paper thin, y'all) and I broke out in a happy dance. They're seriously the most amazing cookies. Ever. I went ahead and told Flyboy the good news that evening, but I'm starting to have some regrets. I should have been stingy and kept them all to myself. Hehe! They're THAT incredible.
FEELING: We finally made a decision as to when we'd go to the lake with Tripp's ashes and we decided this upcoming three-day weekend would be appropriate. Flyboy and I are both planners, so I think it was important that we set a date in our heads and then we could each mentally prepare for it—because let's face it, it's never going to get any easier. The weather is supposed to be nice, so we figured we would go as a family and honor our sweet pup as he would have wanted. We'll bring some of his remains along with thirteen tennis balls—one for each year he was alive—and toss them into our favorite spot. Just thinking about it makes me a little anxious and teary-eyed, but I really think it's time. This will give us some more closure.
WATCHING: Let me preface by saying that I'm SO not a sci-fi fan, but I totally got sucked into the Stranger Things series. Have you seen it yet?! Flyboy and I watched all eight episodes in two days (that's pretty good for us) and now we feel such a loss that it's over. How are we going to wait until October for the next season? I have so many questions. I should also note that it took me approximately four episodes to really grasp what was going on and get into the show, but I'm hooked.
EATING: Remember earlier in today's post when I talked about meal prep and stirring soup in the midst of the whole MIA toothpick debacle? Yeah, well, I was whipping up a batch of Lasagna Soup via Skinnytaste, and it was a HUGE hit. Just as Gina promises, it's everything you love about lasagna—all in one bowl of soup! Since our temperature dropped to the low 60s, which feels pretty frigid for Texas, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to test the recipe. My goodness, that dollop of ricotta on top is errrything!
LISTENING TO: On our way home from getting groceries last Friday, James Arthur's Say You Won't Let Go came on Pandora and I felt ALL the feels. It was my first time listening to the single, but I knew I needed to download the lovey-dovey feel-good song ASAP.
READING: Occasionally it's good to keep some raunchy and witty reading material on your nightstand, am I right? If you agree with this DGAF sentiment, then you MUST add pop-artist Ashley Longshore's book to your collection. You Don't Look Fat, You Look Crazy was released last week and I'm obsessed!! It's no surprise her writing is just as quirky, fearless, and funny as her artwork.
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