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Let me just take a minute from my busy schedule to inform you of the latest events that have transpired:
1. We got an excellent offer on our house. We accepted it. Two hours later, they changed their mind. Good times.
2. Today, when I took the boys to lunch at their Father's work, people came to see the house again.
Snickers took the opportunity to poop on the backyard sidewalk.
I'm sure that the prospective buyers really appreciated the special decorative touch left by our dumb Yorkie. Apparently, grass isn't good enough for some dogs.
3. It's nap time. Q has recently informed me that Sheldon had poo poo in his diaper. I went to check. LIES! Shel was fresh as a daisy and started to cry hysterically when he saw my beautiful face.
"I just joking mama," explained his big brother.
I told him to go to sleep, to which he replied, "I'm trying to play "Bad Guy, Bad Guy"."
4. I'm pretty sure I used the incorrect method of punctuation in the previous sentence. I'm pretty sure I don't care.
5. I've been cutting back on extra curricular activities (like blogging and flossing) in order to focus more on parenting the son-who-wants-to-play-"Bad Guy, Bad Guy", to clean the toilets every day, and to plan exciting half hour outings when people come to see the house.
6. My Dad was born on 7-11. They named the Big Gulp after him (not really).
Anyway, we celebrated his birthday this last weekend. I wanted to get something that said, "World's Greatest Poppy", because that's what Q has started calling him (instead of Papa), but I got him a hiking chair from REI instead. You see, my dad likes to hike, and so he loves REI. He's a busy guy, farming all the time, 365 days a year, rain, shine, flood, famine, whiny teenagers who are horrible farmhands, etc. Sometimes, a guy just needs a break! So, I got him a hiking chair. He can sit mid-hike and multi-task by resting and vacationing. Or something like that.
Q thinks "Poppy Mark" is the cat's meow. He walks around my house with safety goggles and toy wrenches and says things like, "I need dis tool for the field." and "I gotta go cut dis branch. It's broken". He's even used his legos to harvest walnuts.
And finally, below is the requisite picture of someone blowing out their candles with the help of Q. There have been about five birthdays in the last few months, and every one that Q attended has a photo of the birthday person AND Q blowing out candles. Someday I'll make a collage. Happy Birthday Dad!
