Melon?
Well Clo and I went to our first play date yesterday at the ol' Gailey Park. You all remember that from our childhood - the one just around the corner from our old house. We walked over there to meet up with the ward. The ladies with young kids get together every Thursday at 10 to let them play. We walked over from our house and as I walked past the old house I was tempted to go and ring the doorbell. I just want to see inside. Kev thinks I'm nuts because I make him drive past it anytime we're in the neighborhood. Anyway we were the first one's there so Chloe went down all the wet slides and dried them off for everyone. The problem with that was by the time everyone got there she had park hair, her pants looked like she'd wet them and she was covered in sand. I, having walked there, looked even better - walking hair, covered in sand and wet pants. Just kidding. But that brings me to my next point. I was talking to my pregnant doctor and I was asking her if she was going to go natural and make me feel like an idiot (I already have Mindi's legend ringing in my head whenever I think about labor, I don't need it from my doctor as well), she was like, no, she's opting for a c-section. "Well, you know - the female bladder." I didn't want to seem like an idiot, but, no, I don't know. Does labor make it harder on your bladder? Sorry to the boys reading this, but I was confused. It doesn't matter, I'm not one to opt for surgery when I don't need to. Anyway, back to the park. I met a ton of ladies, 2 of which are pregnant as well. It was nice because I don't know hardly anyone in the ward yet. A few of them are pretty preppy, proving so by one lady bringing cut up melon as a treat for the kids. With mom, if it didn't have some refined sugar in it, it wasn't a treat. It was fun until my little angel, who's never around other children, started throwing sand. She thought it was hysterical. Oh well.
The other day she and I were at Great Harvest getting some bread (we go there pretty often considering everytime we drive past it she whines "bed store, bed store") and we were eating it on a little picnic table out front. A lady with her three daughters came and sat near us and Clo was overjoyed. She was bouncing in her chair and going nuts. She looked over at them at one point and yelled "I cwazy kids!" It was hysterical. I don't think they got it, but I was laughing my head off. Ok, that's it. Love Leash
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