April 15, 2008
So, hi! Me again!
I realize I'm totally a lame ass and after thinking about it, here's the conclusion I've come to:
I'm a loser.
So, I've closed the comments to my last post because I really didn't write it to be all "Tell me how much you LOVE me! Pllllleeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?!" I thought about deleting it, but didn't want to because there's lots of links and it took FOREVER and I'd hate to undo all that hard work and I want to give credit where credit is due, so I hope you'll check out the blogs I've linked to. Although, most of them are the Usual Suspects around here, so you've probably been there, done that. Whatever.
I twisted my ankle today while we were leaving playgroup. I had to have Dylan knock on the door and my friend's husband came out and picked up Zach and carried him to the car for me. Like I said earlier, I'm a L.O.S.E.R. It hurts, but I'm going to survive. And I didn't drop the baby, if that's what you're thinking. I sat down on the grass and he sat next to me, but I was afraid to stand up while holding him because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold my weight on my ankle and since I'd succeeded in not dropping him during the actual event, I didn't want to drop him AFTER. Cause, you know, I try to not drop him as often as possible.
I'll leave you with this...even he can't resist a nibble every now and then!