In May Michael, Erin, Pops, Tate and I went to Red Lake Canada to go fishing. It was Tate's first time on a fly-in fishing trip. We had a lot of fun, caught alot of fish, and ate tons of fish (besides me I don't eat anything from the water). And for anyone wondering why we were wearing winter clothes, because it has still winter there, I mean snow on the ground and ice on some of the lakes. I didn't fish much I spent most of my time helping Tate get his fish in the boot and reading. Tate loved playing with the minnows by the end of the trip he was cutting them in half for Michael. I know my child is weird. The drive there was absolutely beautiful and Tate didn't complain once for two reasons: 1. He knew he was going fishing 2. DVD's, that TV was going the whole trip. Thank goodness for them.
I feel like I have been going crazy lately. I'm trying to figure what I am going to do about working, I haven't decided if I want to teach this year or stay at home with the tator. And to top it off, Tate has to have surgery on his mouth next Friday! We had his consultation this morning in Rogers. The doctor went over the procedure (which is putting him to sleep, taking his two front teeth out, and replacing them with new ones). For those of you that don't know the story. I will share even though every time I tell I get sad and play the blame game. In January Tate and I were at my parents riding the ranger (4 wheeler thing) when our beloved dog Sadie ran out in front of us. I slammed the brakes, and Tate's mouth hit the handle bar. His two front teeth didn't fall out but did get pushed up into his mouth. Luckily Michael's uncle is a dentist so we headed up there the next morning. They thought that his teeth we fine since they were falling back down, but apparently they died and started causing infections in his mouth.
While I was in town today I thought I would go to Pinnacle and do some shopping and soon realized that I left my wallet on the kitchen counter, ugh!!!!! I live to far away to go home for my wallet so we decided to just come home. The next couple of days are exciting; I have to write a proposal, Michael is out of town for a couple days, and we have a baby shower.
As I was writing this post my sweet innocent son did a naughty thing. He went potty in the potty then 5 minutes later I heard the toilet in Micheal's bathroom flush. I knew it was him since we are the only ones home. I asked him what he flushed, and he said, " my panties." I asked him why he flushed his panties, and he told me, "because I pooped in them." He looked at me like I was asking a stupid question. Oh the joys of 2 year olds.