I have been needing to use this title for a long time but obviously, it could take a while to find an appropriate post to pair it with. So I’ll just use it anyway. My dad will get the joke, right dad? So would Ed Nickel, but I don’t think he reads this…
My poor sunshine boy is really struggling with his teeth today. He woke up absolutely wailing at about 7:45 which is sooo early for him. I found him bright red from crying, his face soaked with tears. We will hopefully be getting him a replacement necklace today. Poor little guy has never felt the full pain of teething until now, and he’s letting us know.
Its the times when Dekker is feeling this way that he wants me the most. Now I understand very well that, even if we have plans, sometimes they change because Dekker just needs a squishy home day. I sometimes feel that way too. However, my lovely friend across the street offered me her crab apples and they’re really starting to come off the trees. I really want to make apple juice! So I got Dekker up, dressed, fed, and drugged up (don’t judge! Haters be hatin’ somewhere else please!) and we moseyed on over to Melissa’s. We stuck Dekker and Melissa’s son, Seth, side by side in playpens and went to attack her trees. Poor Dekker just cried and cried. He had spans of time where he would settle a little, or drum on an extra bucket, but he was pretty sad. Soon both boys were sad and ready for a sleep. Luckily we live close enough that we can put our boys down and get back at the trees. We picked every single apple within our reach, probably leaving…maybe four or five. And the gooby ones. Who wants the gooby ones? Being the end of the season, there weren’t tons, but I came home with almost a full 5 gallon pail. All of them! Not sure if you read this or not, but THANK YOU MELISSA!!! I’m so excited to wash them up, run them through my juicer, and then freeze them so I can have apple slushies anytime I want. Yummy fresh 100% juice! Delicious.
