Thursday, October 17, 2013: Butt Food.

Dear Babies,

I had declared it impossible, and that’s not something I do.

Your train table and its labyrinth of tracks is the eighth wonder of the world.

I’d been up in your bedroom with it for *hours (*debatable), sweating on my knees amongst a furry of instructional printouts declared useless. They should connect here! I just need one more little curved piece! Son of a! What the hell? Why is this so hard? They should fit! They don’t fit! Why don’t they freakin’ fit???!!!!


“That’s it,” I declared, completely frustrated, “let’s go downstairs, let’s take a break, let’s get some grilled cheese and strawberries.”

I was crestfallen.

And then, I saw this:

Butt Food.

I was about to give up, and then fate granted me a strawberry that looks like a behind.

Oh, thank you, great goddess Fortuna, for deeming me worthy of such sophomoric snickering!

It was exactly the pick-me-up I needed.

Two-and-a-half grilled cheeses later (more good fortune, food scraps, you guys weren’t hungry), I marched back up those stairs and completed that nightmare of a table.

Sometimes, babies, life pulls through. Just when you are down and you think you can’t take it anymore, you get a little push to help make it up that mountain. For example, you find yourself granted with butt food.

Faith, babies. You have to have faith.

Signing off now, from my post on top of the world…

Be back Monday. Oh, oh happy weekend. Oh, oh happy day.



3 thoughts on “Thursday, October 17, 2013: Butt Food.

  1. Winding road says:

    Fantastic…good Lord those train tracks are relentless, aren’t they? I have tried to force the plastic geotrax a few times but they will not work. I’m not spatial in the slightest so I’m completely dumbfounded pretty much during the whole process. My husband creates elaborate train setups and mine is a circle. A butt strawberry would be the perfect antidote for me too πŸ˜‰ it took all the deep breathing I could muster to not laugh hysterically when the one guy in yoga class farted really loud on Wednesday. I was in a deep meaningful moment after doing my first crow pose and then it happened. It was awesome πŸ˜‰

    • amydenby says:

      My husband kept saying (about the tracks), how could things have gotten supposedly so much “advanced” over the years, and those good ol’ train sets from when we kids in the stone ages be so much better? Ah well, yes, we do have to be thankful for all kinds of life’s gifts πŸ˜‰

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