My blog has been getting neglected lately. Between a toddler, Facebook and learning French I’ve been a bad blogger. I got so mad at my computer that I stopped even using it for a bit. So now I feel like I have oodles to write and nothing at all at the same time. grr.
*Finally remembered the stupid bathtub plug! About time!*
I’ve been Quasimodo for the last 3 days. It’s been kinda funny. I woke up on Friday unable to move my neck. It happened last Christmas for a few days too. Remember, Leah? It sucked so bad. I didn’t wait to see if it would just get better though this time. I downed the limit of Back pills and smelled mentholated all day from a patch. I stood in hot water until my feet looked like lobsters. Finally by today I am mostly back to normal. My firsts night sleep was awful. I wish I new why my neck did that. Its not like when I sleep on it funny. That feels bad, but way different. I look like a gibble. Which is a perfectly acceptable word to use thank you very much Morgan!
I making a roast beef for dinner tomorrow night. I’m all excited because I haven’t had roast beef for several months. I really like it. Crock pot style. Easy and Tasty. Morgan thinks all my crock pot meals taste the same, but I can’t complain. They are still better than eating toast for dinner.
Emily keeps dropping “F” bombs. I’m not sure what she is trying to say. Maybe fork or frog. I don’t know. Maybe she listens a little to closely to my neighbors when they get a little crazy. She also told her baby sitter “My daddy’s a psycho! Psycho. Psycho. Psycho! ” Awesome hey. I guess I must say psycho. But she did learn like 5 new songs this week. and all of them old church songs I sang in Sunday school. Like “Jesus loves the little children” and “Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory” and “He’s got the whole world in his hands”. Her favorite is “This little light of mine”.
I should go to bed. I have a couple of extra kids to look after tomorrow. Should be pretty interesting. or crazy. Whichever comes first. I can’t remember when they are coming, but I’m sure I’ll be sleepy. haha. Maybe I’ll work on my French for a bit then sleepy time.
Je ne suis pas grosse. Je suis mince. Wishful thinking!
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