I know my title is a total ripoff but it still fits... It's been ages since I've blogged - but at least we have a nearly finished basement to show for it. Once the built-in bookshelves are finished, I'll post pictures and/or video for MB and anyone else interested.
This is just a little sidenote that I wanted to share before I forget. Our little D-man had his tonsils out last week. He's doing well - although a bit loopy from the Loritab. Sunday night we lost him. I know some of you (like Whitt and Dixie) will say 'Isn't that just a regular occurance?' Yes, yes it is. But Sunday was a bit different. We were at my parents' for dinner and when we got up to leave, we could NOT find him anywhere. I'm talking five adults checking every nook and cranny in the house and he was gone. After about 20 minutes of searching, I started to get really nervous that he'd walked out and, in his post-surgical-drugged-state, gotten disoriented and walked off. It was dark and cold. Trying to squash the rising panic I was feeling, I got in my car and started driving the neighborhood streets and, in my mind, planning what to do next. Here was my plan:
1-Call Dawn Meehan - she'll get on Face Book and the phone and organize a search posse quicker than Wyatt Earp.
2- Call the police - they might show up eventually...
I never had to activate my plan because it turns out little Diggity is a really really good hider and had been hiding the entire time because he wasn't ready to go home yet.
The point of this post is how sincerely grateful I am to have so many people around who I know without a doubt love my kids and would jump if we needed their help. Point in fact - our freezer is jam packed (like NO more room for anything) with popsicles and smoothie mix thanks to said neighbors and friends who came to check on our little guy after his surgery.
Like I said, seriously SO blessed!
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