Cub's New Thing

Cub likes to jump off of things - the couch, the side of the pool, the dog - that's not really new.  What's new is his counting before jumping.

He's not really consistent - sometimes he counts to three (which kind of makes sense), but other times he counts to eight or seven and then jumps so Buttin and I aren't always prepared to catch him or cheer.  I'm going to tell his aunt Liz that he's doing complex physics equations before jumping.

Here he is counting before throwing the basketball at me.

Filanthropy Friday

Today's choice was obvious.

I've donated to the American Red Cross on many occasions and today I donated $25 to the American Red Cross Colorado Chapters. 

The news from Colorado reminds me of the news we saw last year from the Bastrop fires.  I wish there was more I could do to help.

Farewell Cheerleader

Three years ago I was training for my first marathon.  I was pregnant with Lumpy (Cash). 

My first marathon (San Antonio Rock N Roll) wasn't exactly record breaking (unless you count it as the slowest) or really very comfortable, but I did it with my mom and I have lots of good memories.

One of the BEST memories of my first marathon is of our cheerleader, Bill.

Keep in mind, it was my mom's first marathon, my first marathon and I was twenty weeks pregnant and our ONLY cheerleader was my mom's former patient and friend, Bill McDonald.  Buttin wasn't there, my dad wasn't there and I loved teasing them both for comfortably sitting on a couch watching TV while a man who was walking with a cane met us no less than 6 times on the course. 

Since that race Bill has continued to follow my running and motherhood progress on this blog and on Facebook.  He had an incredibly silly sense of humor, but could also write very encouraging comments.  Bill became like a funny, say anything kind of uncle.  

During the past couple of years Bill has been between illness and recovery, but never stopped making silly puns or funny comments. He's had tumors in his spine for years and he recently went into the hospital for another tumor removal operation.  His wife, Judy, has been writing Facebook updates periodically and although Bill was not recovering, I felt confident he would get there eventually.  Sadly, last night Bill passed away.  

I didn't know uncle Bill very well, but I feel sad.  Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones or maybe it's remembering how I felt during my first pregnancy when I was getting to know Bill (even if it was just online).  

He was a great cheerleader.  Rest in peace, Bill.

In other news, it was only 102 degrees today so Cub and I went outside for about an hour this afternoon.  I was miserable (even in the shade), but Cub had a blast. 

Wordless Wednesday

This shirt has only been on for about 15 minutes - very drooly Cub.

Quick Pic

I had dinner with Liz this evening (a classy affair of KFC at her house) so not much time to write tonight.

I asked Buttin to make sure he got a picture of Cub.

Here's the pic I got.

Misfit Monday

Misfits love to give work to other misfits.

If you wait around long enough (not doing a job) another misfit will come along and maybe you can ask them to do the job that you don't want to do.  Some misfits are nice and take the additional work.  I'm thankful for nice misfits.

Today's picture is kind of a cheat.  It's about 100 bazillion degrees outside this week so I encouraged (bribed) Cub to stay inside this afternoon.  The pictures I get inside aren't very good, so here's an outside picture from him yesterday.

Butt Breath

There have been many side-effects from Cub's adenoid removal - pain (for him), sleepless nights (me and Buttin), irritability (for him and maybe a little us) and lots of snuggles (kind of a positive).  However, by far, the worst side-effect (with the exception of Cub's pain) has been Cub's breath.  Buttin calls it BUTT BREATH.

At first, it smelled like maybe he hadn't brushed his teeth in two weeks.  Gradually it started to smell like very old garbage left out in the 100 degree heat for a month.  His breath became pretty intolerable at night when he was sleeping (and breathing) right in my (or Buttin's) face, but he was sleeping peacefully and I think the potency of his breath helped to knock me out.  Now, his breath smells like a shit diaper (hence Buttin's term of endearment - butt breath).  Buttin and I have asked each other on no fewer than five occasions if "that smell" is Cub's butt (poop diaper) or his mouth. 

Here's little Butt Breath eating a snack.