So let's get to it. In the last three weeks, we have seen...
more silliness between Scotty and my mom.
Sadly, my mom's time in Vegas came to a close last weekend and we tearfully said goodbye to her and Zigmund. They made it home safely and Scotty and I are already looking forward to our Indiana trip in June. I hope the sewers are ready for us.
This whole time, everyone has wondered how Scotty would handle Zigmund's departure...I'm happy to say, he's doing fine. Me, on the other hand...not so much. I'm kind of a mess. The house feels so quiet without him. What can I say? The little furball grew on me. I guess we'll always have CatGate.
Easter came and went.
Mind blowing for a three-year old.
Summer arrived in Vegas. And it stopped the kids dead in their tracks.
In one fell swoop, I managed to offend both the snake-haters AND the snake-lovers in the world by posting this picture on Facebook:
Brian and I have been watching a little too much The Walking Dead.
And if you are curious, I did not stab it in the head. I screamed and clutched my chest like I was dying. Once again, despite all the bravado, my potential usefulness in the zombie apocalypse needs to be re-evaluated.
Scotty, however, loved the snake. He promptly named him "Pawn" and insisted we take the snake around the house to "show him the flowers." (In Scotty's defense, the thing was dead AND in a bag by the time he met him. There was no involuntary zombie-like behavior from the red racer that would have sent him into therapy immediately). Pawn spent several days in our garage, safely dead in the bag, and then we had a touching little ceremony that involved putting him in the garage can and tightly closing the lid.
Rest in peace, little racer.
All of this talk of cold-blooded animals spurred a new game Scotty likes to call "Lizards."
The game, which involves two fake lizards, consists of a "Mommy" lizard and a "baby" lizard. Scotty manipulates them into all kinds of different situations and I just follow his orders. These lizards have a tough life - they are constantly going to the hospital, in need of medical care, or requiring rescue from any number of emergency vehicles. I hope they have good insurance.
I finally found out what is wrong with my back. I've been having lower back pain for five months now, and it turns out I have a degenerative disk between my L4 and L5 vertebrae. According to my doctor, this is "as common as grey hair and wrinkles." FYI orthopaedic doctors everywhere: this is not what you say to a women who's 35th birthday is looming on the horizon. Regardless, I walked out with a script for an anti-inflammatory, 4 weeks of physical therapy, and this incredibly helpful pamphlet full of pictures of overweight, elderly folks engaging in "light exercise" to help their spines.
And finally, Brian has been in trial all week which makes life just a bit more stressful for the whole household. He finished up yesterday and we (well, they) celebrated with cheesecake on the ottoman while watching "Peter Rabbit."
Oh, to be three.