Greetings from the vacation that never quite seems to end. My double jointed elbow says, “hi.”
This morning started out early–around 4 a.m.–when my mom asked me to ride with her while she took Maddie to the emergency room. She had a really bad headache, so they gave her an IV with what they called a “headache cocktail.” She wouldn’t give me any of it and I was really jealous.
The IV made her really drowsy, so she slept until pretty late in the afternoon and I had no one to play with. I was in our room at one point to get my headphones and she was creepily staring at me from her bed. Either that or sleeping with her eyes open.
“How ya doin’ lil buddy?” I asked her.
“Good. I feel bettttter.” she said in a really sleepy voice.
“You on some drugs there?”
“Nah.” she said, “But I guess you could put a bonnet on me.”
“Yeah. I think you’re on some drugs.”
(I’m getting ready to moon my mom in this picture.)
My mom is taking really great care of Maddie because of the whole ER thing. I, on the other hand, have been getting extremely neglected. She wouldn’t even put aloe on my inner thigh sunburn. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention I have inner thigh sunburn. I had a salad and three mimosas for lunch and then fell asleep on the deck with my legs spread–resulting in terrible and awkward inner thigh sunburn. Everything is awful.
Tonight’s our last night with baby Lily.
I know what you’re thinking. YES her bathing suit matches my upper thigh tattoo. In one of the proudest moments of my life today, I successfully burped baby Lily. It smelled like breast milk and was really gross.
Speaking of breast milk, Melissa refuses to share her “Mother’s Milk” tea with me. According to her, it will not make my breasts magically produce milk.
I think its worth a shot.