Tuesday's Tidbits

Last week Camden put his arm around Rory and said, "We've had some good times since Rory got here, you know."

My eyelashes and eyebrows are mostly non-existent and what little is left is falling out at an alarming rate. So why did I have to shave a small patch on my leg over the weekend?

On the way home from school yesterday Camden used the word "complimenting" in place of "commenting" and I did not even bother to correct him. I was too busy giggling inside.

Between chemo and my sinus issues last week, my taste buds are going crazy. For instance, the deli ham that I bought smells and tastes like deviled eggs to me (which I HATE) and I feel like I could eat my weight in fresh cucumbers and corn on the cob. My sweet tooth has returned with a vengeance, although for different things than normal. I'm craving rootbeer floats, orange slices, and sour gummy worms, but not chocolate. And did you notice I chose lemon blueberry and wildberry lavender ice cream on Saturday? That is so not me.

Drove for the first time in about 6 weeks yesterday. Can you believe that? And I'd forgotten how Rory views car time as having a captive audience and talks about 300 miles a minute. One of about 623 "remember when" stories was "Remember when Gram and Gramps took me to see you in the hospital? It was the best day of my life because I'd been missing you."

We signed Rory up for pre-school. Thank you for all the words of wisdom. She's only on the waiting list so there's no guarantee, but she's 2nd in line so I'm hopeful. I wasn't influenced at all by the fact that I've heard, "we're going to do something special when Camden is at school, right?" about 220 times since Friday. And to the anonymous poster who insinuated that we're not sending her to kindergarten this year strictly because I don't want to let her go, we have a multitude of valid reasons to not start kindergarten until next year. None of which include me being a mother who can't let go. Just needed to get that off my chest, thank you very much.

And speaking of preschool, while I appreciate all the reassurances that I don't need make-up for preschool drop-off, let me just say this. I AM BALD, people. And my eyebrows and eyelashes are almost gone. Make-up is not really optional. 

A quick picture from yesterday - we always celebrate the end of the first day of school with Sonic Happy Hour. And a cherry limeade is always the drink of choice for Camden and Rory.

And a quick layout; credits here.