cure for the blahs

We have been going over and taking care of our friends' guinea pigs,

while they have been out of town.

Boyd loves doing this. 

We would go 5 times a day if it was up to him.

We went today, he played with a few legos,

then he turned on their toy parrot that repeats what you say to it.

Boyd said the sh#@ word, to the parrot.

{Just warning you Whit, in case there is some kind of button you press,

that replays the last 10 minutes of conversation}.

 I had the blahs today, for no good reason.

I'm sure it's the heat, but I just couldn't shake it.

About 4 pm I told Boyd to hop in the car for some frozen yogurt.

We each got a little bit in our dish,

and he acted as funny as ever,

and we chased away the blahs.

I had red velvet with a dash of brownies,

Boyd had chocolate with sprinkles.

Feeling guilty for having the cupcake the other day,

and this, but we only got a little bit.

I am so lucky to be able to spend my days with this baby boy.

He is so funny, and he makes me laugh over and over again.
My sweet boy who collects junk wanted to know if he could take the empty yogurt dish home,
to use as a drum.
I'm so mean, and told him NO.
He got mad and told me, oh man you ruined my plan.
He did bring his orange spoon home though.

We ran into a home decor store, and I bought this sweet little bird.
Another cure for the blahs.

 On the way home I started singing this old church hymn,

which I love and every single word is so true.

Usually when I sing, Boyd yells, STOP.

Today he just listened and smiled, and then said, I like that mommy.

Made me melt.

blessed Jesus hold my hand,

I need thee, yes I need thee every hour.

through this land, this pilgrim land,

protect me by thy saving power.

hear my plea, my feeble plea, 

dear Lord look down on me,

when I kneel in prayer I hope to meet you there,

blessed Jesus hold my hand.

That sums up our day.

The sh#@ word,
{which we obviously don't encourage}
the blahs,

yogurt,
laughter,

and church hymns.

{reality}.

love,

nicolle