Even cute little boys need a little chapstick from time to time.
Especially on his little chinny chin chin...
This was taken a few days ago when we took Nana to the doctor. I'm playing a little catch up with some recent pictures. Today was actually a beautiful day with highs in the 80's. We spent a big part of the day outside in shorts and t-shirts. We even went to the park and fed some geese today.
If I were to title this next segment I'd title it "Lauging Out Loud". Have you ever had one of those days where everything went so wrong that it became comical? You spend the day wandering what could be next?
My morning started out that way. First let me back up to yesterday. Yesterday I made some arrangements with a friend to spend some time at her house letting our kids play. Late yesterday evening she canceled. I was pretty disappointed and a little irritated.
Now I don't generally talk about work on the blog. I like to keep work-life and home-life as separate as possible, but.... Last week a lady called to schedule an appointment for today. She said she didn't want the 8 o'clock appt., but later changed her mind, so I placed the number 8 beside her name to remind me that she wanted the 8 slot. Yesterday a lady called and scheduled for today. I scheduled her for 8:00 too. Oops! I didn't even realize the mistake until about 8:30...I sent my plumber to the original 8:00 customer. At 8:30 the 2nd 8:00 customer called wondering where in the world the plumber is. Ummmm. I explained the situation, apologized profusely, and hoped for her forgiveness. It didn't happen. She didn't have one forgiving bone in her body. I called my plumber asked when he thought he could be at this lady's house and explained my mistake. He said probably an hour to an hour and a half. I called her back. She was still just as unpleasant. I apologized again. She could have cared less about me or my apologies and told me to call her as soon as possible if he wasn't going to be able to be at her house by 10. Okay. My plumber called me at 9 and explained that he wasn't going to be finished with the original 8:00 job for at least another hour. I called customer #2 with the information. She canceled for the day, but surprisingly rescheduled for tomorrow morning. I promised her that her name was written in bold with stars and astricks to make sure the plumber is at her house by 8 a.m. Okay...end of that drama. Now mistakes and I don't get along well at all. I'm a type A person with a compulsion for perfection (in myself...others aren't expected to be perfect). This *mistake* sets my mood for the morning. Oh...and by the way...my plumber didn't finish with his original 8:00 call until 11:30.
We're planning a family trip this weekend. I desperately need a good get-away. I wish it was longer than just a weekend, but I'm thankful for what I can get. I hate to leave the house in disrepair, so Ryan and I decided to clean house. We vacuumed, swept and mopped the floors.
Ryan took a nap and when he woke up he wanted some crackers. Little did I know that his objective for getting a handful of fishy crackers was to crush them all over my vacuumed carpet. Ummm, can you say, motivation to get one of those quick little vacuums for picking up small jobs (I bought one today).
Lunch... I decided to fix myself a hot ham and cheese on rye sandwich with an apple on the side for Ryan and I to share. We've been experiencing some MAJOR eating struggles with Ryan lately. I'm about to reach my wits end. He just won't eat anything! He might take a few bites, but after 2 or 3 he spits it out and tells me "no". That's
if he'll eat anything to begin with. I used to have a handful of "always" foods...those foods he'd always eat. Not anymore. I'm desperately searching for 2 or 3 good new "always" foods to have on hand, so that if he refuses everything at breakfast/lunch/dinner I can at least have
something he will eat.
I got off on a tangent, but returning to the day.... I fixed myself a sandwich, and Ryan a plate with some ham and some navy beans and some peas-and-carrots. Meanwhile, Ryan grabbed the bag of cheese off of the counter and promptly spilled a big handful of finely grated cheese into a basket of clean, wet laundry awaiting the drier. Cheese stinks, and how do you get it all off of wet clothes, so into the wash that load went for a second wash. Ryan then thought it was great to pretend to be a dog and *lick* up all the excess cheese off the floor. That was pretty funny. Of course all I can do by now is laugh at just about anything. Don't forget...we just mopped the floor an hour or so earlier. So much for cleaning house today.
Then...I clean up the counter and put the cheese away. Ryan disappears, but when I look up he is on the table with my mom's cell phone charger dipping it in the fruit dip I have for our apple. Oh my!
Oh...and by the way...Ryan didn't like anything I fixed for lunch for him. He ate a few bites of my sandwich and a couple of slices of apple (without the dip that I was sure he would find great fun...he wasn't even interested.)
You've got to be kidding me. Like I said...laughing out loud!
Compared to the morning, the afternoon was uneventful, but we had fun together at the park.
Ryan and Mimi just waiting and playing with a balloon.
While Ryan took a short little cat-nap in his stroller I was able to almost complete another preemie doll. I'm giving this one to our local March of Dimes office so they can use it for demonstration purposes. This one represents the size Ryan was when he was born.
Ryan has a great new interest in babies...all babies (real or fake). I just wish we could get pregnant so he could experience a new baby brother or baby sister. 
