We have established that Byron was having a bad week have we not? So of course it had to get worse right? Those are just the rules of life. On Friday morning we left for Indiana. Our car mayyyy have backed into another car in a McDonald's parking lot somewhere in Ohio. Do you like how political I am being in not saying who was driving? It may have been me but think carefully about which of the 3 Leeths is having the terrible week. Luckily, there was no damage and the owner of the other car just waved us on.
When we arrived at Grandma Dottie's house it was such a relief! What else could happen? The answer: 2 flat tires. There was a nail in one and a hole in the other apparently. I am just glad that we got that far! Our hotel was literally right next to a Wal-Mart with a tire center. We were seriously panicked about how much it was going to cost but they were able to patch one of the tires and replace the other with our full-sized spare for only $19. AMAZING!
The rest of the trip went as well as a trip for a funeral could go. Wyatt got to spend a lot of time with his grandparents, Aunt Tara, and his cousins. He had fun with all the kids and all the new toys that Grandma kept finding at Dollar General!

We got back from Indiana last night in a pretty uneventful trip. There was a bit of snow along the way in West Virginia and Maryland. Wyatt stared out the window at it and seemed to be thinking, "What IS that stuff??"

We picked Charley up last night and she was oh so happy to see Wyatt. She is starting to like him infinitely more since he has started self-feeding finger foods. Especially since he is not very good at it so she gets LOTS of treats.

As we were at my parents, my dad informed me that my mom has a lot of airline miles that are expiring. He was looking through the choice of magazines and has decided on People en Espanol. The rationale:

"What a great way to learn Spanish! There are lots of pictures so I'll definitely be able to figure out what's going on. I can look at a picture of Jennifer Lopez and then see the caption and I will learn how to say 'big butt' in Spanish! Won't that be great?!"

I can see how knowing how to say big butt in Spanish will come in reallllly handy in the future. He will be able to trash-talk with the best of them?


When it Rains, It Pours

I am going to rename my poor husband Alexander. As in, "Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day." Except he is having a terrible horrible no good very bad week.

We got a call this morning about 645 (have you ever gotten a good call this early in the day?) that Byron's grandfather passed away this morning. I imagine we will head to Indiana either this evening or tomorrow morning.

The first thing Byron said though is, "I'm so glad we got Wyatt there to see him!"

We went to Indiana this year for the 4th of July/Byron's grandparents anniversary/Grandpa Bill's 85th birthday. We had a wonderful time and I am glad Byron has those special memories of his son and grandfather together.

On a funnier note, I would like to submit my first Don Wingard saying to a category I will be calling "dadisms."

"Can't they take Charley and leave Wyatt with us instead?"

Also, I was recently reminded of another hilarious story regarding my SWEET Toyota Camry. Be on the look out for that sometime next week.


Manic Monday Indeed!

This past Monday poor Byron's day got off to a rough, but hilarious, start. If you'll recall, there was quite a nip in the air and the car windshield on my beautiful 1995 Toyota Camry was completely frosted over. As I finished fixing Byron's coffee, lunch, breakfast, etc. he went out to start up the car and scrape the windshield.

Suddenly, as I peered out the kitchen window I saw him gesticulating like a mad man. You see, a fatal flaw with my dear Camry is that the doors lock automatically when the car is started. I assumed that Byron had locked himself out of the car which wouldn't be a problem if he had not already lost the second set of keys a couple of months ago. Needless to say, I was already looking for the USAA roadside assistance number when he came back into the house.

I already knew we were in trouble (remember, the car is running with the keys locked inside) but I was hilariously shocked when he slammed the car door handle down on the kitchen counter. I would have suggested he go easier with the steroids but it would not have fallen on amused ears.

As Byron called to get someone to come jimmy the lock I went out to get a few things out of our other car that had been left the night before. As I stood next to our running car I thought to myself, "Self, might as well give the door handle a little tug."


I am not even kidding you! I am like Wonder Woman! Actually though, the only door that was locked was the driver's door. And I guess all the passenger doors were still stuck from the freeze. Byron claims it was a miracle. That's right, he says the doors to the car miraculously unlocked.

All I know is that listening to Byron call the towing company back and telling them that his wife got the door open with her brute strength is something I would have loved to hear!

The Leeths in Blogland

This is not my first foray into the blogosphere but I'm hoping to show a little more sticktoitness (a word I have now made up) this time.

So, what's new with the Leeths?

Well, Wyatt is 7 months today. He has his sixth tooth just under the gum. Am I the only one who thinks he is way too little to have 6 teeth? It seems that this past week he has had a new tooth every time I've looked into his tiny little mouth. No wonder he has been such a cranky kid. Additionally, he is doing a strange variation of crawling. Not the conventional crawl but effective enough for him to terrorize the dog. I also learned the hard way that the dog's food and water dish will need to find a new home when Wyatt tumped them over on the kitchen floor.

Byron has been at his (I can't tell you or I'll have to kill you) job for 3 years now. And at 25 my career is paused to raise a family. That seems so crazy to me. I feel like we were in college yesterday and yet here we are married with a baby...insane.

And now I will reward you my new readers with some cuteness:

I love that my darling son was able to tear himself away from his little frog mirror to pose for this shot. It is almost like he knows that he is adorable isn't it? Oh, vanity you strike so young.