I’ve been getting some emails asking how
Evil Eva the Diva is going
I think you thought maybe I’d sent her back to the pound
So you’ll be happy to hear she’s still around
Growing like a weed
Still eating poop and chewing up every
fuckingthing in sight
But….she IS getting lots of love
Not from me of course
But she is getting love
I posted this on Facebook yesterday
And you guys guys were all,
“Are you drunk Jen?”
“Are you fucking crazy Jen?”
I could go on
Side note: you guys should say what you REALLY feel
Anyhoo, we ended up having an AMAZING time, so there!
Made a lot easier by me not being the only Mum there
AAANNNDD….all of us bringing wine
It was so fun
The hill was so fast
My kid’s little pink faces were numb, but so happy
I was *this close* to taking her to the hospital (this is the part where you guys say ‘I told you so Jen, you fucktard’
She’s not a cry-er (she’d already tumbled too many times to count…and ran into the trees more than once…and she just stood up and did a little happy/Rocky Balboa/fits pump dance)
But holy-mother-of-stacks did she cry this time
I just about had a heart attack when she screamed as she hit the ground
The fact that it was her back she hurt, made me think an ER visit might be the go
We were in the car, half way there, I was trying to calm her down, with promises of 2 minute noodles (her fave), a Buddies movie marathon (her FAVE fave)
And just her and I, in our PJs for the rest of the day….on the couch
I would have promised her anything in the world to stop her crying. A trip to Disneyland!
A pony! A baby brother!
Another dog even?
Fuck off. She wasn’t crying THAT much.
She sucked up her sobbing enough to whisper, “OK Mama”
She’s had an icepack strapped to her so much, her new nickname is Numb-Bum
She’s bruised, and very sore
But as always…she’s smiling
Love that kid.
It hasn’t stopped snowing all day today….so we might even grab our sleds and head back to the hill!
There’s not enough
WINE ice in this house to go through that again
Macaroni stayed home from school yesterday
There’s a shocker of a flu going ’round at the moment, and when she woke up with a temperature, we were like, awwww shit, back to bed for you kiddo
She was fine throughout the day
She read three books. So to her, yesterday was like Christmas.
I get to stay in my pajamas and read all day? I LOVE BEING SICK!
Magoo wasn’t quite as pleased
Macaroni’s temperature eventually went away
We joked that she used to get a high temp when she was a baby and teething, so maybe that’s what was wrong with her
Not 10 minutes later she came down with two bomber teeth that had come out. They’d been loose for a while and with some *help*, they’d just ‘popped’ right out
And judging by the mouth full of wobbly-ness she had when she left for school today
It’s safe to assume she’ll probably lose another one (or two) tonight
So this begs the question, can you BE teething when you’re nine years old?
And more importantly, can someone please point the tooth fairy in the direction of the nearest ATM?