Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Silas For Real


The good news is, Cory is building me a paaaaaatioooooooo! (think Oprah)
The bad news is, "building a patio" equals "severing the internet line".

The extra-bad news is, I can't hear or read any rendition of the word "sever" without getting the shivers.

Did I ever mention I thought every single day before the age of 19 that I would one day be a doctor? And now I can scarcely remove a splinter from one of my kiddos.

Do you ever feel like I digress faster and faster these days?

Me, too.

The funny thing about this whole internet issue is that today is the last day for votes for the ol' Noonday trip I've been yammering about. I have had zero internet presence on this, the most "important" day of all, because I don't have facebook on my phone and even if I wanted to, which I don't, I have no idea what my password is, and retrieving it involves my ancient yahoo account, which also involves a long-forgotten password. I DO NOT HAVE IT IN ME. Like, ever.

Buttt.....I saw through my magical phone that I dropped from 1st place this a.m. to 8th place. I have all of the feelings about this. And I do mean ALL, but I'm burning daylight here in this coffee-shop-with-internet, so I won't even go into it all.

(Thank you, coffee shop! Said everyone.)

Spectacularly, Cory talked me through engaging with the coffee shop internets program.

So here I am, typing to you.
Asking you to vote one last time.
(just click that line ^up there^. it's super easy.)
Voting ends tonight (Wednesday) at midnight Eastern time.

You guys have been so good to me.
Inexplicably good.

To repay you, since I can't make surprise salsa drops, I'm including shots of Silas's current "bedroom" set-up. It is the best ever.

See for yourself:


THIS IS HOW I LIVE.

#allthecords

Seriously, if you ever make it to our place, hide your cords. He'll yank 'em.

I'm desperate to know what this one will do as he grows, and not just because he taped a plastic blanket bag to the cubbies as his personal trash can.

This is how he "plays". The only way. It's bizarre!! And fascinating!!! And wonderful!!!!

Please don't ask to see his bed.
I just can't. It wouldn't be right.
Invasion of privacy, etc...

Fine. He sleeps on the floor, on an unfolded pink, second-hand sleeping bag.
He outgrew the toddler bed!
Sue me!

In our defense, he loves it.
It's a very Korean way to roll, you know.
And I like to tell myself it's temporary.

Thanks for the votes and the love.

More on the flip-side, or whenever all that is severed doth be mended.

xo,
FPFG