InstaFriday

I know you're shocked.
For the record, I have not given up on contributing to this here blog 'o mine.
In the meantime, here's our week (or two or three) in Instagram.
Enjoy.

This man works so hard to provide for our family. This is quite often the scene as soon as he sits down.

Hello shoulder surgery.

It hurts. A lot.

Due to the whole one arm situation, Stu's been doing my hair. Here is a bun. A BUN.

Welcome home Gran Gran!

Theses two. I did not give them permission to grow up.

Colder weather = fun socks

Sweet little Tyson feeding baby Tucker. When did they get bigger??

Waiting to cross the river.

I love my Gussy Sews pouches!

Tyson's catch. He was so proud. :)

This is my I don't like doing 2nd grade homework face.

Tucker loves Hutton.

By Tyson

An empty house means I have control of the tv.

Oh how he loves that sweet girl.

8 inches. Gone. Wowzers.

And for your hearing pleasure, Hutton talking with Tucker. :)

Happy Friday Y'all!

InstaFriday

Let me start off by saying, it's April.
A-P-R-I-L
As in, 61 more days till the end of school.
As in, I need to flip my calendar over because it's no longer March.
As in, oh my gracious summer is almost here.

Also, my grandfather-in-law had surgery yesterday on his arm to fix his broken humerus and I'm happy to report that everything went smoothly and they are home resting.

Now to our week...

Amazingness. God is good y'all.

So I decided to be stupid and move boxes and then my neck REALLY started hurting and so I had to leave my SIL's annual Easter party early. Bummer.

My big boy.

The bunny came.

They are so stinkin' precious when they are sleeping (and when they are awake too...most of the time).

She Reads Truth.

Me. Taken by Tucker.

Our goodie bin for Grandpa.

I found him, reading by himself. Be still my heart.

Marci's 30!

When it rains, our backyard becomes a mud pit. Thus Turbo has to be taken to go in the front yard. Stuart looooooves this.

Happy Friday y'all!

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Alright, shall we just go straight to the pictures?

Me thinks yes.

Made with Over :)

Sock bun curls. 

She Reads Truth. Man, good stuff.

This is my "get well soon" gift from Stu. The man loves me.

One day I'll actually put clothes on.

Me and my oldest.

Allergies confirmed. (Tyson left, Tucker right)

I really dislike that collar.

My eyes looks crazy weird, but my scar is looking nice.

More Nick and Nora pjs and a new book!

My first Larabar.

Nothing's getting past him.

Dude, that's my neck. And the lovely new disc I have.

I'm collar free! Hallelujah!

Happy Friday!
And if you want, come follow me on Instagram.
I'm clardoss.

InstaFriday

So.
Yeah.
This might be the world's most vain post.
The majority of my pictures this week are of myself.
Bleh.
But the reason is a good one: I had neck surgery last Thursday.
I had an artificial disc replacement at C5.
Thus the majority of my pictures are documenting my neck collar.
This would also be a good time to point out that if you do not want to be exposed to incisions, stop right now. :)

A few hours after surgery.

Hello feet.

Going home!

My big boy.

4 Dosses in a bed.

Scar is looking gnarly.

My hands are pretty swollen, still.

 So, on Monday, Tucker came down with RSV. PERFECT timing. Thus he got to play hookie with mamma.

I'm standing. And totally wearing the same pajamas.

Hookie day...whatever. He got to go to work with daddy this time.

 Discharge instructions. COMICAL. Thank you RSV.

What I am currently wearing. Y'all, I have no words for myself.

Happy Friday!