Last night after Brent finished putting in our railing upstairs and hooking up our air conditioner (he was a busy boy. He said he hopes it will "make me happy." Are pregnant women so unhappy? . . . probably.) he wanted to go and get some ice cream. We decided to visit the newly opened A&W by DAD's truck stop. Although I had already fed Hudson, he managed to inhale a large portion of Brent's fries and milkshake. Once the fries were gone, he tried drinking his ketchup.Anyway, I woke up to Hudson crying at 6:00 this morning. I went to see what was the matter and found him lying in his bed, surrounded by lots of french fries. They must not have settled well with him because his tummy definitely wanted to give them back. Reminds me of when I was expecting Hudson and Brent and I (okay, so it was mostly me) finished off 2 large orders of curly fries. Same outcome, only difference was that I made it to the toilet. I got him bathed and his bed cleaned up and took him back to bed with us. Brent didn't think it was a good idea to take him to church, so here I sit blogging instead of being in Sunday School. And that my friends is the story that makes my title make sense. I know. . . some of you probably thought I had a craving and decided to miss church. Not true, even if I do find fries to be quite yummy.
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We had an ice cream party last night, where Chris and I both ate too much ice cream. (Okay, there isn't such a thing as "too much ice cream;" we must have overdone it on all the toppings!) When I woke up in the middle of the night to no husband, I thought maybe the same thing had happened to him. I think he kept them down, but he was still not feeling too hot. You would think we would learn...
Blogging during Sunday School....in an air conditioned house....sounds like the good life to me!
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