It is a muggy, hot, sweaty, red-in-the-face, hair is sticking to my neck kind of day. And I took my boys to the park for an hour this morning. Do I get some sort of award for that? All I really want to do is to stand in front of the fan in my underwear and not touch anyone (I learned that from my mom), and instead I strapped my babe into the bjorn, grabbed Owen's hand, slathered on a ton of sunscreen, and headed to this HUGE park so that Owen could run and jump and climb and be a boy. And you know what I got in return? He took a short (like 1/3 of his usual) nap. Thanks a lot kid. Just when I was nestling into another grown-up episode of Weeds, he wakes up. I mean, come on!
Actually, I really want to keep us all in the shade now. Owen and I both had dermatology appointments on Monday. They took two of my moles to be biopsied, and I've scheduled an appointment with a pediatric plastic surgeon to have his removed. Poor kid. Not even 3, and his momma is lobbing moles off his little body. Better safe than sorry, but still. I can't stop thinking about it and hoping that everything turns out alright. More on that later.
We're also off to see some live music this evening with the boys. Ben should be home in time to go with me. Hopefully. I really need to get that man out of his work rut. We need some adventures on our calendar and I'm having a hard time coming up with ideas. What's a family to do when we've got a 2 month old? Hmmm.
Okay. That is it for now. Off to read a bit and snuggle my little nugget. That sounded dirty.
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