Little G turns four in 15 days. I know. Don’t ask me where the time went—I’m as stumped as you. Today I got an email from Fisher-Price, because of course they want me to buy his birthday gifts from them.
Question: Do all children now magically turn into girls when they turn four? Because that’s kind of the vibe I’m getting here:
*Still no final diagnosis for Big G. Just waiting, waiting. All the time waiting. Losing my mind waiting…
**Also, I’m sick again, because the universe hates me.
***It’s possible I’m slightly depressed.
****But that’s okay. I’m going to plant a garden.
*****I realize that’s not at all related. I just felt like saying it.
******Plus I have to plan a party for a four-year-old, so I don’t really get to sit around moping. Dammit.
*******Is it really spelled “dammit” and not “damnit”? That doesn’t make any sense, but that’s what the WordPress proofreader claims.
********Why do I suddenly trust the WordPress proofreader? The sickness must be eating my brain! I must immediately take to my sickbed!
So it turns out I can’t keep anything alive inside (children and husband aside), but I can grow a garden. And Vitamin D is good for you.
What makes you thiink little G is turning into a girl?