Howdy Folks,
Wow. Talk about some craziness in my life lately. A couple of weeks ago Mommy had to go see a doctor at a hospital about her tummy, which was hurting her pretty bad. The doctor had to fix her tummy right away, so daddy had to leave teaching the Big Kids early and pick me up from DayCare to go help out Mommy. Daddy told me that we needed to MommySit for the afternoon.
So we get to the hospital just about .005 seconds before they were going to take Mommy to the room where the doctor was going to work on her tummy. Mommy was really happy to see both of us. She was so happy that she was crying. We told Mommy that she needed to be brave when she went to see the doctor, just like she tells me when I see the doctor. I also tell Mommy, "You need to be more careful, Mommy." I only have one Mommy!
So they took her to another room, and Daddy and I had to wait a REALLY SUPER LONG time before we could take Mommy home. Daddy and I had to kill almost four hours at the hospital. Yeesh. It's not like Mommies are THAT complex, right? Daddy thinks that women are pretty complicated in general, and he says that one day I'll understand.
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| Evidence of Food Being Eaten at the Hospital |
Daddy and I went to the gift shop to help fulfill three needs: 1) Hunger. 2) Entertainment For William. 3) Something nice for Mommy (#3 should've been #1, but we are boys, you know?). So we got a bunch of snacks, drinks, some new cool cars, and I picked out some roses for Mommy! When we got back to the waiting room, the nurses were really super nice and wanted to talk to me, even though I was a little shy, which is weird because I am usually the opposite. When they asked for my name and I didn't respond, Daddy told them that it was Sassy Molassy. No it's not, Daddy! Okay, okay, so I may or may not have been developing a Sassy Streak lately, like when Mommy asked me to pick up something, and I told her that she is the one who should be picking it up. Aren't I a stinker?
Anyway, those nice nurses took some rubber gloves and blew them up like a balloon for me. Wasn't that nice of them? The funny thing was that those balloons were my favorite toys of the afternoon. Daddy and I had some fun waiting around and goofing off, but I kept wondering what was taking so long with Mommy and the doctor. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we got to see Mommy in the Recovering Room, and she was doing just fine! But she didn't feel like eating much and she was super sleepy. So Daddy and I ended up going and bringing the car around to the front of the hospital so she didn't have to walk too far to the car.
Mommy spent the rest of the weekend resting, and she's still hurting a little bit, but Mommy is all better now! Woo hoo! I only have one Mommy and I'm thankful she's doing well!
Bella, the Naughty Dog
On the day after Mommy's emergency surgery, Bella did something very, very naughty. She ate part of Mommy's ice pack! Mommy was using it to make her tummy feel better, and that naughty dog got into it while Mommy was in the bathroom. Of course the ice pack has polymer gel, which is poisonous. I wasn't there at the time, but Daddy had to take Bella to the vet. Daddy was kind of stressed out at the time. The vet took care of Bella and she's all better now. Daddy didn't know how he survived everything without a vein bursting in his neck. He thinks it's either his nerves of steel or his incredibly good looks. It must be the former. Ha ha.
Ryan and Brandie's Wedding
The past weekend I had a ton of fun at Ryan and Brandie's weekend! Just like for Toph and Alyssa, I was the ring bearer. I got to the walk up with Daddy and I got to wear a Cubs jersey and baseball mitt! It was really cool! Daddy said that he will now need to perform some kind of ritual to get the Stench of 100 Years of Losing off of me so that the Reds will win the World Series again in his lifetime (sorry, Cubs fans). As per usual at weddings, I was the center of attention, got to dance a lot, ate lots of food (friend chicken for dinner! Awesome), and just had a good time.
The Reds
Speaking of the Reds, we went to see them play at Great American Ballpark! I had a lot of fun, but it was a little too hot. What I enjoyed the most was running the bases at the playground (not the real bases).
Winning William
Did you know that Ortons (Mommy's maiden name) don't like losing? Well, especially Uncle Tophy and yours truly. Mommy was teaching me how to play Go Fish. We were playing it on the floor, and she invites Daddy to join us. Daddy's hardly even paying attention at all, and yet somehow he won the game! What the heck, man! Mommy said that he won for some reason (I think he just put the cards in his pocket or got Naughty Bella to eat them or SOMETHING), and I just say, "No, I won." Mommy tried to explain how I lost, but I just don't understand the concept of William "Losing." Later on at night, while Mommy was rocking me to sleep, I was still upset. I said to Mommy, "Daddy won the Go Fish game. That made me very very sad that Daddy won. I want to get in my car and drive away."
Alas, as the clock ticks down to my third birthday, which is coming up in two weeks, I must learn this concept of "Not Winning," or "Losing." This is a concept that I'd rather not do much thorough research on.
Birthday!
I am really excited for my birthday coming up! It's going to MY Party and I will be Winning at Everything!
I hope all is well with everyone!
WDJ
