So last week the frig started leaking water and stopped making ice. Enter repair man. Fixed the frozen hose, yeah, ice again. For all of 5 hours. Enter frantic mom trying to get a baby into bed and figure out how to turn off the ice maker that sounded like it was trying to go into orbit out of the kitchen. Finally resorted to just unplugging the WHOLE frig. Not exactly something you want to do in August. In Houston. Worried all nite about my meat in the freezer. So, it's fixed. Again. Poor repair man. Little did he know what he was getting into when he came to our house....
Tonight we attempted to go to the Taylor pep rally. I'm not going to lie. It was loud. Really loud. However, I was in no way prepared for the red-faced, hysterical screaming that came out of my precious little one's mouth. MAN. That kid's got some lungs! It scared the living daylights out of him. Poor guy. Looks like we won't be going to that Aggie game after all....
It doesn't get cuter than this little guy :)
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