Thursday, June 30, 2011

Tragedy Strikes!

We have had some unfortunate events in Andersonland of late.

For example, today Wyatt got his first bee sting. At least, I'm guessing that's what it was. I was sitting on the porch not 10 feet away, and he suddenly starting screaming. I would have taken a picture, but from sting time 2 hours ago until now, it can hardly be seen. Thank goodness he seems to have my lack of allergy to bee stings! But to hear his pain-filled squeal, and subsequent declarations that he could not play on the swing anymore or even eat his popsicle because ...[dramatic pause]..."I have an owie, and I don't feel much good" was a legitimate tragedy.

My tragedy is silly, but I went to the doctor yesterday to have my Overseas Screening done (basically a physical to make sure you're not too screwed up to go live in a foreign country on America's dime. They said I'm good to go. *relief*), and when I stepped on the scale I was sad. I have gained almost 20 pounds since the beginning of the year. The absence of a picture here is deliberate. I am starting a new routine and new eating habits to see if I can part ways with that. I have been under a fair amount of stress, but frankly, I don't foresee my stressors decreasing anytime soon, so I need to learn to live with stress and still keep a healthy weight. Tragedy, indeed.

And lastly, the true tragedy.

So sad.

Pink Lovey is...lost.

(*weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth*)

Jana is sad about it, but I am devastated. See why?

Wyatt and Daddy and I picked out Pink Lovey before Jana was even born (this picture was about 2 weeks before her debut). I remember hoping she would love it as much as Wyatt had loved his.

She did.

Pink Lovey has gone everywhere with us- sacrament meeting, trips to the library, airplane rides, you name it.

I know she had it on our walk Sunday afternoon, and I haven't seen it since. Both the Loveys have had occasional disappearances over the past few years, but they ALWAYS turn up within a day or two. Day Four of no Pink Lovey, and Jana is really sad about it. In fact, she walked over and saw me posting these pictures and in her sad, sweet little voice asked, "Mommy, can I have that Pink Lovey? Please? Can I please have my Pink Lovey?"

I thank Toy Story for all my imagination's conjurings of poor Pink Lovey out in the rain, all alone, wondering where we went and how we could forget her.

The saddest part is that after scouring the internet from Amazon to eBay and everywhere in between, an identical replacement is not to be found. I feel like we're missing a little family member. Boo hoo...


Karen said...

Oh pink lovey...I've got little tears in my eyes...Sorry Miss Jana.

Melody I can relate your tragedy. Since having Emily I've been GAINING weight! (more tears) Yeah I might as well be 9 months prego...

Ty said...

I had to do that same physical when we were moving to Missouri. What? Yes. I know MO is a state and not a foreign country. But apparently the folks in Del Rio don'tknow that!

Hope the pink lovey turns up. I still have my baby blanket somewhere.

Try zumba. Its my fave work out!

Ty said...

Whoops. This is makamae... on my husbands acct.

Melissa Durtschi said...

My condolences

(ribbit, ribbit!!!)

Marianne said...

OH NO!!! Not pink lovey?!!!! I'm shedding little, real tears for Jana and Wyatt and poor, lost Pink Lovey.

(Have you tried praying? That's how we found Paul's lost Disneyland rifle...)

Lara said...

Oh man. I hope you find pink lovey.

When my oldest was almost two she lost her beloved blanket at the mall during Christmas time. I checked back at the lost and found so often and combed the parking lot that night to no avail. I bought her one that was almost like it, but it looked too new and it wasn't exact, so she shunned it for a long time. But she eventually gave in and that one is now as ratty looking as the first (probably more since she's nearly 11 now and still sleeps with it).

I did learn that if I ever find a ratty old blanket or stuffed animal, that I shouldn't assume it to be too icky to keep. It most likely means it was well-loved and some child is really, really sad. And some mommy is even sadder.