Upon overhearing her grandmother question me about Puddin’s red, swollen eyes (sleepy and getting a cold). The child calmly exits the room then bolts (the Mr. saw her) to the bathroom to investigate herself.
She confidently returns… stating "Granny my eyes aren’t red. < insert head shaking in disgust> They are still blue like they’ve always been"
I had just heated up some peach pie and was adding the ice cream when The Dr. said something stupid that made me mad. So I stomped off and into my office and sat down and started crying, not a lot – but enough to take a minute to decompress. I put down my bowl and closed my eyes to recompose myself. When I opened my eyes and reached for my snack I saw that my ice cream had all melted. This made me start BAWLING! Loud gasping hiccupy hyperventilation hormone induced crying.
Upon hearing the ruckus, The Mr. comes in, startles and says "What’s wrong" to which I answer "My <gasp> ice <gasp> cream <gasp> melted <gasp>"
Amazingly enough he did not laugh or least not out loud. He simply offered to get me some more as if that was the most rational reason in the world to be so distraught. I nodded and he brought me a fresh piece of pie.
So now I’m embarrassed to say I don’t even remember what he did to set me off to start with. I hate hormones, and I love him!
The Dr. is very serious about his pumpkin carving. Just the right one must be selected and brought home where the current design can be then be carefully executed with some pretty high tech tools. This year he saw an ad for a Dremel Pumpkin carving set but fortunately he never found one in the store.
This year Parker was carefully instructed in all the correct techniques. As you can see she was a avid pupil. That is after we back tracked and explained that when we said we were going to carve the pumpkin we didn’t mean HER. “No Daddy, don’t cut me!” she cried from the backseat. Halloween can be a bit confusing for those October babies.