I purse my lips together to contain my twittering..(not the social network) but to no avail.
Its been a tiring weekend. A good one, just exhausting! Nick was away Thurs-Sun in Colorado skiing with my dad and my two brother-in-laws. Now I do NOT begrudge him this one teensy bit. I was so excited that he was able to do something so magnificently fun! Hubby is always so supportive of letting me steal away for fun things, so I was happy to have him go.
HOWEVER!!!!... you knew there was a disclaimer coming after all the sappy stuff, didn't you?
However, the weekend ended up very busy as a last-minute family wedding was planned and Mickey was the amazingly adorable ring-bearer. (although he expressed his bitterness to Hubby tonight that he was not allowed to carry the ring :)
vroooooooooooooooooooooooooom. Fast Forward to Sunday eve, Hubby gets home, all enjoying a nice family dinner, baby is clearly not interested in eating so we let Minnie out of her highchair....she comes running back saying "PEE PEE PEE!". (she is self potty training), Nick gets out of his chair to assist.. not a big deal...
until I hear this:
HELP!!! NOW!!!! HURRY! ASSISTANCE!!!