Today started out nice. We went to Mom's and worked out, finally trying to get back on that train since it left the station in Jan when my Mom hurt herself. Then Mom made me help her garden. I don't like gardening, I do like my Mom however, so I helped. After planting a few things in places Mom couldn't reach (now why she needed plants in places she can't reach I will never know!) I went over to Mad square mall to return some b-day presents that didn't quite fit. Dad loves to buy me clothes, and usually he does a great job. but this time, a few of the things he picked out just didn't fit. So back they went. The kids were great in the store, Wes sat in the stroller and didn't whine (too much) and Ella only ran around a little. I didn't find exactly what I wanted (a plain colored skirt) but I did find a nice pair of grey pants that should look nice with my new clothes. Then I took the kids up to the food court to play a little for reward for being good. We had Chick-fil-a for lunch (bit surprise right?) and Ella ate NOTHING. For those of you who are familiar with Ella's eating habits, this is unusual. Wesley ate some, but not a ton. He has barely eaten since he got sick 2 weeks ago. I however ate, my and Ella's lunch... blech, bad mommy! After playing it was home for naps. Wes went right to sleep, Ella did too. After WAY to short of a time, Wes woke up crying.
He had poop-sploded. Everywhere. Including on his precious Seahorse. Let me tell you, Seahorse didn't smell good. I tried washing him, but he still smells like poop. After I got Wes out of the bath, I knocked against the "guts" of Seahorse and it started playing its music. Wes heard and came running over to see. He was quite dismayed. He grabbed the guts and held it to his face, the he saw Seahorses carcass laying on my desk. He pointed and grunted so I gave him the wet stinky doll. He looked at the guts in one hand and the carcass in the other and then at me. "eh?" he said to me. "Eh?" and handed me first the guts then the poor bedraggled carcass. I told him that I couldn't fix the seahorse right now and put them back. He looked totally offended and grabbed them back. "Eh?" he said again and banged the two pieces together. He kept trying to "fix" his friend, So after everyone was bathed and clean, I loaded up both kids and headed to walmart to replace seahorse. I will try machine washing the guy, but I don't have high hopes. At walmart they only had the PINK seahorse. Lucky for me, Wes didn't seem to care. He was only mad that the seahorse in the package would only play a demo of his song and not the whole thing. Thank goodness he is flexible about his lovey!
Jon came home sick, so he is not feeling well. Poor Jon, it isn't fun to be sick. Now I put everyone to bed early so I could have some peace and quiet and watch America's next top model in piece. TiVO, you better not have screwed up my recording!
