My husband is a big baby.

Anybody who has spent more than an hour with Jessie knows his preoccupation with eyeballs.  In the 8 years that we have been together, it has been both an annoyance and a source of great entertainment for me.  I’m not afraid to stick my finger in my eye when he is being obnoxious.  It makes him shut up VERY fast.

Today, an enormous tractor from the state (I assume) mowed down the huge overgrowth on the hill behind our townhouse.  They do this every year right before the onset of the early Pacific Northwest fall.  And also?  There are snakes back there!  I’m always glad when they do this.  I noticed today as the tractor was doing its rounds that there was a lot of white fluffy stuff floating in its wake.  I usually don’t have allergies, but that floating white fluff did a number on me and knocked me on my ass.  I’ve been lethargic, stuffy, and very “meh.”  And all of that combined makes for a grumpy Somer.

When Jessie got home, I kind of drifted off to a quiet corner and stayed to myself.  When he would get upset with me and ask me what the hell was wrong, I was so “meh” that it took too much effort and enthusiasm to say “meh.”  All I could do was grunt and turn away from him.  He was kind enough to go out and get me a good cup of strong coffee to bring me back to life.  He’s a good guy.

After we put Lukas to bed, we were sitting on the couch snuggling and slowly working our way to petting (TMI?  Sorry.) when I noticed he was blinking a lot and turning away from me.  I thought maybe he got a microscopic piece of dust in his eye.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR EYE?!?!?!?!”  He finally screeched.

“Huh?”

“Your eye is all red!”  *Blink*  *Blink*  *Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink*  *Rubs eyes*  *Blinkblink*

“My allergies are a little pissed off today from the tractor mowing down that overgrowth.”  I replied.

*Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink*  “I can’t look at you!”

I don’t have any eyedrops to help.  My eyes aren’t really bothering me…not to the point that I would take anything for it.  If he starts being obnoxious, I’ll just get in his face and peel my eyelids back and start poking my eyeball.  He won’t sleep for weeks.

On a Lukas Note, since we will be on a plane for 5 hours on Sunday I wanted to make sure that he was as comfortable as possible.  I have comfy clothes picked out for the trip, and I wanted to get him his winter slippers early so he could wear them on the plane.  We took him to Target and let him pick out his new slippers.  He chose Elmo slippers.

When Lukas was first born, I made it known that anybody who got Lukas any Elmo toys shouldn’t get mad at me when I donate said toy to the Salvation Army.  I HATE Elmo.  But he picked out these slippers, and they are so cute on his precious feet.  And now he’s fond of saying “Elmo!”  I still hate Elmo, and I still mean my “I WILL NOT TOLERATE ELMO TOYS” threat.  But don’t be surprised when, on his birthday, he opens an Elmo Live.  Every time he sees one at the store he kisses it and cried when we pull him away.  That’s a pretty sure sign that he wants an Elmo Live and out of pure maternal love for my baby, I will make this sacrifice of my sanity in exchange for his happiness.  But I’m the mommy.  I’m the only person allowed to buy Elmo stuff.  AND THIS IS IT!  NO MORE!  I hope.

If he weren’t so damned cute…..we’d be having a little talk about Momma’s threshold and how Elmo crosses it.  But he IS cute and therefore I am putty in his tiny toddler hands.

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