Life As I Know It

Last night, we went to eat at Chili's. Andrew kept loudly asking, "Are you gonna beat me Mommy? Are you gonna beat me, and then Daddy's gonna beat me?" He was talking about who was going to finish their food first, but it didn't sound that way. Patrick just as loudly responded, "You mean are we going to win and finish first?" To which Andrew answered, "Yeah, I said you and Mommy are going to beat me." I told Patrick to give up.

Andrew put three french fries in the to go box. It was very important that he bring these home.

Afterward, at Sams, he was with Patrick when he suddenly hollered, "My stomach hurts. I have to go poo-poo." I pretended I didn't know them. :)

When we got home, I let the dogs out and we were getting stuff out of the car when Andrew said, "Eww, there's blood all over the kitchen floor." Sure enough, there was blood all over the kitchen floor, and Patrick and I frantically searched for the source. Turns out it was Daisy's tail. She had somehow torn the hide off of it. There was blood on the floor, the walls, and the back porch. Yes, I cleaned it up. I also held Daisy between my legs and put a band aid on her tail. This morning the band aid is gone. Vanished. Adios little band aid. I'm pretty sure either Daisy or Lady ate it. Nice huh?

This morning Andrew chased Daisy around screaming, "Daisy, stop! I need to check your tail. C'mere. Quit wagging it." She didn't stop. She's spastic.

And that is life as I know it.