Today was at rough day. Ivar woke up cranky and it turns out it was contagious. We both needed a nap this afternoon and one of us was fighting this fact as hard as he could. We were walking in circles. Ivar didn’t know what he wanted. I didn’t know what he wanted. So we cried together.
Then the doorbell rang and my Uncle Carl showed up to fix our garage door. Uncle Carl was kind not to mention my blotchy face, and of course upon seeing another human to charm, Ivar turned to smiles. We followed Uncle Carl out to the garage. I don’t know if Uncle Carl had anticipated an audience to watch him install the garage door opener, but he had one. Ivar was entertained and I was relieved. I had him in the baby bjorn and after 20 minutes of watching parts sorted on the floor we had both calmed down.
Uncle Carl came to fix our garage door and for no extra charge, he fixed our whole day.
5 comments:
That's sweet. How nice to be near family!
oh those days are just so hard. thank heaven for Uncle Carl!
Great job Uncle Carl! Sometimes another friendly face is just was you need to turn it around.
Yep! He has that effect on me too!I'm so glad we have him!
Aw. No fun. Next time call me and I'll swing by with another package of Double-Stufs. :)
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