The best line anyone has said to me this year: "You know what Bacon R.? When you are here, I'm always happy." Trav told me this the other day while I was drying my hair in the bathroom at Molly's getting ready for our flight down to K Falls. Heart. Just. Melted.
Our trip here went very smoothly! Trav was a super good kid at the airport. He helped out getting through security by taking his shoes on and off and carrying stuff. When we got through and waved goodbye to his mom, he said, "It's just you and me! I'm so excited!" I'm always so thrilled to know that Trav likes his time with me, especially since I know our relationship will change as he gets older. I adore being adored!
Our trip here went very smoothly! Trav was a super good kid at the airport. He helped out getting through security by taking his shoes on and off and carrying stuff. When we got through and waved goodbye to his mom, he said, "It's just you and me! I'm so excited!" I'm always so thrilled to know that Trav likes his time with me, especially since I know our relationship will change as he gets older. I adore being adored!
We hung out in the terminal playing Handy Manny computer games until it was time to go. Now it's United that flies between Portland/Seattle to K Falls, and the planes are even smaller than Alaska's. Smaller! The seats across are 2 than 1, and it's a lot noisier and bumpier when you're flying through storms. Our flight was fine, though. Trav seemed unsure the first few minutes in, but I quickly realized that he wasn't afraid (unlike me, but of course I tried not to act like it in front of him) when he fell asleep about 10 minutes in. He was out and stayed asleep until after we landed in K Falls. I leaned over to put my purse under my seat, and when I turned back to his little self sitting by the window, he was out. I got him in a more comfy position with his blanket and stuffed dog, so his head wasn't drooping awkwardly to the side, and then I ended up just kind of curling up, watching him sleep, and thinking the rest of the flight. I realized in that short time that I love him more than I could ever imagine, and I would do anything to protect him. It's a pretty amazing feeling to love someone that much. He makes it easy.
Last night, our first night here, I promptly sprained my ankle on the steps in my parents' house. Go me! I have problems. Actually, it was late at night; I was the only one up. I went upstairs to get ready for bed, and on my way back down I guess I missed one of the bottom stairs, rolling over on ankle when my left foot hit the next one. I fell and I fell hard at the landing, with a big, loud thud. I thought I'd wake up the whole house, but no. No one woke up. Hmph. It's a pity, because it was a good fall and no one saw it. Both Molly and Monice said they would have laughed, and I appreciate that, although I've never hurt myself more falling down. But, since no one heard and was rushing to my rescue, I picked myself up, hobbled into my room, and rolled around on the bed willing the pain away for a few minutes of agony. Then I got up to finish my getting ready for bed process and to Google How to Treat a Sprained Ankle. Even in my basketball playing days with weak ankles I rolled over lots when landing wrong, I never sustained an injury like this. It looks awful. The strange thing, though, is that it looks way worse than it feels. I can walk pretty much ok, and I'm not in any real pain at all, but it looks like someone hit the outside of my ankle with a lead pipe, a la the Nancy Kerrigan incident. It's swollen, and there are major bruises, some even look streaky. I'm taking in a steady diet of ibuprofen, elevating my foot lots, and doing heat/ice treatments. Luckily, my aunt is a PA so she came by to take a look at it and is going to bring me a gel brace tomorrow.
My question here is: What the heck is wrong with me??? I mean, really. Enough is enough. Israel, my stuff is stolen. Work conference in Colorado, the hard drive on my computer dies right away. Las Vegas/Hood River, I'm dealing with weirdo bladder infection that causes discomfort and makes me have to pee constantly at night, depriving me of nearly all sleep. K Falls for Christmas, horrid sprained ankle. I just don't get it. I need to whip up some better karma here, I think. Paris is going to be incident-free!
The reason why I didn't get my gel brace today is that we're covered under a huge pile of snow, like lots of places by the sound of it. (I can't believe Las Vegas has snow!) It was a nice day inside. Tonight, Trav, my mom, and I ate grilled cheese, drank hot chocolate, and built a gingerbread house. It was cozy and fun, and I ended up covered in icing since I was in charge of applying the icing. Apparently, Trav appointed himself in charge of eating said icing and the candy decorations as we went along. Trav and I spent a lot of the day playing, and I've realized he has usurped me as the Bossiest Person in the Family. Finally. After 30ish years with that title, it's time for a change.
That doesn't mean I'm any less bossy. Oh no. Boss-o-rama.
Last night, our first night here, I promptly sprained my ankle on the steps in my parents' house. Go me! I have problems. Actually, it was late at night; I was the only one up. I went upstairs to get ready for bed, and on my way back down I guess I missed one of the bottom stairs, rolling over on ankle when my left foot hit the next one. I fell and I fell hard at the landing, with a big, loud thud. I thought I'd wake up the whole house, but no. No one woke up. Hmph. It's a pity, because it was a good fall and no one saw it. Both Molly and Monice said they would have laughed, and I appreciate that, although I've never hurt myself more falling down. But, since no one heard and was rushing to my rescue, I picked myself up, hobbled into my room, and rolled around on the bed willing the pain away for a few minutes of agony. Then I got up to finish my getting ready for bed process and to Google How to Treat a Sprained Ankle. Even in my basketball playing days with weak ankles I rolled over lots when landing wrong, I never sustained an injury like this. It looks awful. The strange thing, though, is that it looks way worse than it feels. I can walk pretty much ok, and I'm not in any real pain at all, but it looks like someone hit the outside of my ankle with a lead pipe, a la the Nancy Kerrigan incident. It's swollen, and there are major bruises, some even look streaky. I'm taking in a steady diet of ibuprofen, elevating my foot lots, and doing heat/ice treatments. Luckily, my aunt is a PA so she came by to take a look at it and is going to bring me a gel brace tomorrow.
My question here is: What the heck is wrong with me??? I mean, really. Enough is enough. Israel, my stuff is stolen. Work conference in Colorado, the hard drive on my computer dies right away. Las Vegas/Hood River, I'm dealing with weirdo bladder infection that causes discomfort and makes me have to pee constantly at night, depriving me of nearly all sleep. K Falls for Christmas, horrid sprained ankle. I just don't get it. I need to whip up some better karma here, I think. Paris is going to be incident-free!
The reason why I didn't get my gel brace today is that we're covered under a huge pile of snow, like lots of places by the sound of it. (I can't believe Las Vegas has snow!) It was a nice day inside. Tonight, Trav, my mom, and I ate grilled cheese, drank hot chocolate, and built a gingerbread house. It was cozy and fun, and I ended up covered in icing since I was in charge of applying the icing. Apparently, Trav appointed himself in charge of eating said icing and the candy decorations as we went along. Trav and I spent a lot of the day playing, and I've realized he has usurped me as the Bossiest Person in the Family. Finally. After 30ish years with that title, it's time for a change.
That doesn't mean I'm any less bossy. Oh no. Boss-o-rama.
Thanks to Emily for being a total hero by going to retrieve Kitty during the heavy Seattle snows today! Em felt she needed to take in the little bag of bones during inclement weather, and I am so appreciative. I have a few good friends helping with Kitty care while I'm gone, but I started to fret about peeps making it over with such an iffy weather report. Here are a couple of pics of Kitty making herself at home, and hanging out with her new friend, Emily's Heater. She's got the life.
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