Pretty much every week I’m convinced that I have COVID.
I never have a soar throat but I always feel like one is about to start, as strange as that sounds, haha. And my whole body is just sore and tired. So. Tired.
“Those are the symptoms of being a mother to a 3-month old,” Justin tells me.
But what if it’s COVID?!!?!
Soooooo Luc ate a bird today.
It was dead already, laying in the yard, when he found it and picked it up in his mouth. I started chasing him around trying to get him to drop it, and he just ate extra fast in order to spite me.
The WHOLE thing.
So gross. I can’t get the image out of my head!
I am not exaggerating when I say Beckham poops like crazy.
I still don’t even understand how this happened, but today he had a blowout that not only seeped out of his diaper and onto his clothes, but legitimately exploded all over the couch.
It just so happens he was laying on top of the crack in between two couch cushions, and thus his poop oozed into that crevice covering the sides of both cushions and the bottom of the couch.
What in the world!
Jackson was on a roll today making Justin do chores outside, and let’s just say I was loving every minute of it!
“Get the branches down.” (Branches that had fallen on top of the garage.)
“There’s more.” (After Justin stopped, but missed a spot.)
“Put the ladder back in the garage.” (After Justin sat down at the table, as if he was done.)
“What should we do next?” (And by “we” he means Justin.)