The Princess and the Peepee

Sometimes, when I pick the Princess up from school, she has to pee. But she doesn't tell me this while we're still at the school. Oh no! That would be far too easy. She waits until we're stuck in traffic. It doesn't happen as much lately, but last year it was way too frequent, and accidents happened. It was frustrating! So, while trying to think of solutions, one thing we did was make up Pee-pee songs, to distract her. Whatever song popped into our heads, we'd change the words and make it a pee-pee song.

Like:
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, I have really got to pee.
q-r-s-t-u-v, it makes me want to climb a tree.

Hey, we're not songwriters or anything. We're just rolling with it.

So, that princess of mine is a huge fan of Taylor Swift, a young country artist. WAY better than Hannah Montana, so I encourage this. She knows all of her songs, but her favorite is called "Our Song", and she knows every word. Which is great. Except.........the other day on the way home, she had to pee. So, she's trying to take her mind off of it by singing a song. And she started singing "Our Song". Which starts like this:

"I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He had a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my hea-a-art!"

But The Princess's pee-pee version made us all jump out of our seats and yell.
She burst out with:

"I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He had a one-hand feel on the PEE-PEE........."

I don't know what the rest would've been because our reaction cut her off before she could finish. Poor thing, she was so embarassed! But we all got a good laugh out of it.
That princess! You never know what's going to come out of her mouth!



-13.5 lbs since surgery

Thankful Thursday 3.6.2008

From Another Chance Ranch

Today has been a little rough for me. I am on day 11 of nothing but "full liquids" and I.am.so.sick.of.it.!!! I just want to fast forward....just a little while!
But Mr Wonderful......he makes it all better.
He was so worried about me tonight, and kept trying to say encouraging things, while I curled up in the fetal position on the sofa, full of self-pity. I refused to eat (really, drink) any of the crap I've been "eating" for the last 11 days. Broth, jello, pudding. Blech! I've had enough!
He kept begging me to eat, and then finally made me some egg drop soup. (which had to be STRAINED in a fine mesh strainer. blech blech blech) I told him it was good. It kind of tasted like eggie water. But I love him so much, and he rocks for all that he does for me.
I have no idea how I'd have gotten through this surgery without him, truly. And as much as I know the whole procedure terrified him, he was so wonderful. Supportive, encouraging, and helpful. He is my rock, my cheerleader, my biggest fan, and my best friend. He has done everything while I was recovering, and encouraged me to do absolutely nothing. For the most part, I needed very little encouragement for that! It's been nice to kick back and be taken care of by the man who God put on this Earth for ME.
I am so thankful for my husband!

A Beautiful Day

This morning I woke up feeling great. (ok, it was almost afternoon, but I digress...) I felt better than I had since before the surgery. Just a little soreness and plenty of energy. When I weighed, I had lost a total of 6.5 lbs since surgery.
I decided to clean. Mr Wonderful has been trying hard, but he did have to work this weekend and he got a little behind. We have dogs and tile floors. We mop a LOT. So, I proceeded to mop the entire house. I also picked up, and washed the few dishes that were hanging out in the sink.
But when I walked outside to pour out the mop water, that's when I really knew it was going to be a beautiful day. I saw a butterfly, sitting in the grass. It looked a lot like this.

It was HUGE. And it just stayed there, gently waving its wings, and letting me admire it for the longest time. Eventually, it slowly flitted away.
Butterflies are so symbolic for me, and it was like this beautiful creature was just waiting there for me to come outside. Right outside my door.
And it was a beautiful day.