When you live far away from your family and don't trust anybody with your kids who is not related by blood...you end up eating Chinese food on Friday night with a Scorpion bowl in one hand and a sippy cup in the other. It's just the way it goes. That doesn't mean it is not entertaining. When your 3 year old son asks the Chinese waiter how you say Chinese in Spanish it's kind of hard not to choke on your eggroll. Kid watches WAY too much Sesame Street.
Noah refused to eat anything that he didn't hold with his chop sticks and we refused to stop taking pictures in the restaurant which makes us both kind of irritating. Such is life. If I have to bring my kids with me to get my drink on I will do whatever I damn well please thank you very much. My night is already off to a hell of a start. Five minutes in I was wearing apple juice and playing volume police with Noah. Kind of like being out with drunk friends except I think these guys have a little extra cuteness factor going for them.
I recently pulled out a box of summer clothes and in it I found the shirt I wore the day that the obstetrician told me that Bella had some alarming findings on her ultrasound giving her a 1 in 24 chance of having Down Syndrome. I remember the shirt because that night, when I got home from the doctors, I took it off and can vividly remember thinking that I would never feel the same as I did when I had put it on. Whether she was born healthy or with a little something extra my life had been changed. Well tonight I put that shirt on and had a VERY happy dinner with my family. That shirts energy has been cleaned. I rocked the shit out of it.
Noah refused to eat anything that he didn't hold with his chop sticks and we refused to stop taking pictures in the restaurant which makes us both kind of irritating. Such is life. If I have to bring my kids with me to get my drink on I will do whatever I damn well please thank you very much. My night is already off to a hell of a start. Five minutes in I was wearing apple juice and playing volume police with Noah. Kind of like being out with drunk friends except I think these guys have a little extra cuteness factor going for them.
I recently pulled out a box of summer clothes and in it I found the shirt I wore the day that the obstetrician told me that Bella had some alarming findings on her ultrasound giving her a 1 in 24 chance of having Down Syndrome. I remember the shirt because that night, when I got home from the doctors, I took it off and can vividly remember thinking that I would never feel the same as I did when I had put it on. Whether she was born healthy or with a little something extra my life had been changed. Well tonight I put that shirt on and had a VERY happy dinner with my family. That shirts energy has been cleaned. I rocked the shit out of it.
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