As you know, Sunday was Geema's birthday. Things went really well. I told Brooke that, surprisingly, lunch turned out perfectly. The roast was big enough and still tender, we had enough mashed potatoes even for Keypa, the rolls rose nicely and cooked perfectly, and the pound cake was moist and didn't cave in when I pulled it out of the oven. It was shocking. I'm not taking the credit. It was just a lucky day. Geema seemed to really have a great time. She showed up an hour early with Grayson, Garrett, and Emma. I was still cooking, and not yet expecting company, and was slightly annoyed, especially when Grayson came in the kitchen with two huge grocery bags filled with ingredients, announcing that he was going to make chocolate chip cookies. I told him, "We'll see! But the kitchen is really full and busy right now!" As you know, this means, "No freaking way you're going to get in the middle of everything and make an even bigger mess!". I know. I'm a terrible aunt. Geema felt bad about showing up early and went in, even after I insisted that she relax, and cleaned the upstairs bathroom. I felt really bad for being annoyed with her. I think she enjoyed lunch though. She acted like it, anyway.
Garrett spent the entire time announcing that he had a sore throat and didn't feel well. I heard that approximately every five minutes, except when he stopped to tell me that he was now 5'10", and almost as tall as Garrison.
I took Garrison to a dermatologist today. We went because his face has been really broken out, until about 2 days ago. I haven't seen it this clear for about a year, so I think the dermatologist thought I was 1) Lying, or 2) incredibly vain, or maybe both. When the nurse (or whoever it was that checked us in) asked if Garrison's current medicine was working, he just waved at his face, essentially saying, "Well, dumb butt, just see for yourself," and I had to say, "His face has looked like a pizza for about a year until about two days ago, and of course, since we had an appointment with a dermatologist, it completely cleared up and made his mom look like a total idiot." Not really, but you get the gist. He pretty much acted like he couldn't have cared less about his complexion, even though he ALWAYS takes his pills and uses his acne cream and is quick to let me know when they're almost out. We only went because the pediatrician, whom (who?) he hasn't seen about 2 years, stopped refilling his prescriptions. While we were there, he remembered that he had some warts on his fingers, so he had those frozen off. I watched her spray liquid nitrogen on his fingers and just about died watching his fingers turn a deathly white. She looked over at me and said, "He didn't even flinch!" I just had to laugh. Of course I had to tell her how he didn't cry when he got immunizations as a baby, as if that made him super-brave or made me the best mom ever. Sometimes (often) I have no idea why the words I say fly out of my mouth. Anyway, it was a productive visit, and we're trying new creams. We go back in 2 months, and if these don't work we'll try something new. She said one wart-freezing treatment doesn't usually do the trick, so we may be re-freezing the warts too, so Garrison can prove his bravery, thus confirming my amazing mom-qualifications.
So glad we got to see and talk to you Sunday! I know everyone thought it was fun to have you a part of the day! Keypa was sitting beside Geema the whole time she was Skyping with you. He acted like he was scared to talk to you. It was so weird!
Love you!!
Mom
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