Last weekend I took Will and Ellie out for a morning walk. When we turned the corner, I looked up and saw this happening on my neighbor's roof --
Six vultures just hanging out.
After scooping Ellie up and bringing her in the house (because people love to tell me she resembles a rat), we brought out the zoom lens and took some pictures. The tag on one of the wings intrigued us enough to hop on the laptop and do some research. Yeah, we're dorks.
And as it turns out, it would be the highlight of my Sunday.
Later that day, my jersey was crumpled and tossed on the floor where it stayed for several days.
It symbolized my crushed hopes and dreams. So many questions remain, but mostly: 'How?' As in, 'How you gonna do me like that?' Really, Patriots, I want to know.
Monday started out normal enough. You know, just some bed jumping.
Some funny faces.
Some hanging out in the kitchen.
Turns out he was totally smart to reject my kiss. Because later that night, there was some, uh.... sickness. And don't even ask it, don't even think it. I'm not a character in a movie, and just because I throw up does NOT mean I'm the P-WORD.
Tuesday and Wednesday were both yucky days that had me going through the motions until naptime (for both of us). Luckily, Will has an amazing daddy who always pitches in when he's needed most.
Will: "Here, Camera. Have a toothbrush."
We love Daddy.
Today, I'm finally feeling normal again. Will and I went outside to play in the sunshine and had an awesome time. Even if it resulted in, yet another, unexpected outfit change (he was in his 4th pair of pants by lunchtime).
Will: "But, Mommy, why can't I play with trash?"
That's all for today.
Oh! One more thing...
I think she's awfully cute, even if she is rat-like.