So if you have a kooky foot fetish or a dude-that's-so-not-cool french bulldog fetish (ewww) get ready to be really turned on...
Long story short: my foot has been killing me for a week and I woke up today and it was 10x worse.
It turns out Urgent Care on the Friday before Halloween is 100% a freakshow. I wish I'd taken pics of the geisha who checked me in or the neon haired sexy kitty cat who took my blood pressure because, well, because.
I was excited that they were playing Taio Cruz's "Dynamite" in the xray room. I love that song. Oh, and no broken bones, another bonus! Meanwhile, I was hoping the doc would prescribe me Demerol or Percocet. I mean really, I go to the doctor once every decade, I deserve a magic carpet ride. I got Ibuprofen - yipeeee...
The Poop on the Bus...
I went back to work, then had leftover pasta with Otto for dinner, we did bathtime and amazingly he was asking for a "nap" (aka bedtime) at 5:50pm. Like 30 minutes early, hells to the yes!
Every night at bedtime he makes song requests. Sometimes he'll ask for "The Digger Truck Song" and we have to make something up on the fly. We've got a mental library of songs we've made up like that, including "Otto is a Helicopter Pilot" which is my personal favorite.
Tonight he asked for "The Wheels on the Bus" which is like his go-to song of choice lately. He likes to prompt us with who is on the bus, then we get to sing. He'll say, "the daddy" then we sing, "the daddy on the bus goes I love you."
Tonight it was "mommy" "cat" and then "poop". Awesome. I definitely cracked a smile, but didn't miss a beat. So in case you wondered, the poop on the bus goes "poop poop poop, all through the towwwwn"
Love that kid! So. Much.
-Lindsey
