Crappy Dappy Doo

Our little precious boy has a lovely, sophisticated sense of humor. He farted, acts so surprised...starts dramatically looking around and asks, "Mama, whas dat noise?" He only receives a glare from me and he laughs and says, "Is my butt!". Awesome. Real mysterious why this speech disorder can't take care of "crap" like that.

So, the crappy dappy refers to just the last week and a half. Everything from illnesses (my fibromyalgia pain and Lukas ear infection bursting pus through the tubes in his ears) to a diagnosis of a more serious speech disorder of Lukas than expected (not only getting to wonder what that means for him, but how that interacts with current struggles in preschool). Oh yeah: a flat tires, invasive colon procedures, awesome finance charges on a mistake I made with our bank account, my big final school projects, and an adventuresome walk/bus ride to the doctor's office through the pouring rain with an umbrella patched with duct tape that is opening and closing an whim.

I've been SO SO blessed by sweet sweet friends and family who have heard my whines (and wines) and taken my prayer requests. My husband is good to me as I get my poop in a group (wonder where my son gets his fine vocab) and we are recovering. Such small things can lay me out when they come at the same time. However - I'll attach a few pictures from early last week -The three rascally ones after the final decent one!