Anyway, while we were out in bumfucknowhere we had mother's day. My first mothers day! And for the first time in too long, that day wasn't painful. It was exciting and full of love. I still miss mum, and I still thought about her, but the focus has shifted and I felt very special. I was upfront with Obi and told him what Isis should give me (because it was jewelry and I'm picky) and that I'd be crushed if I didn't get a card (he never ever does cards. In fact his family only give you a card if they aren't giving you a gift.) he didn't let me down. He surprised me though by giving me a card and a gift from my cat too. I freaking love my cat.
He was angry with me, like I expected btw. Piper will probably understand, but everyone in Obi's family were all "oh he won't care" and "he's living the life of luxury" which is all well and good, but this cat and I connect on a special level, he's not just some dumb animal. Anyway so that first day I went out and found him in the back yard, and at least he recognised me. But he wouldn't talk to me, and every time I approached he'd walk a meter away and sit back down, pretending I wasn't there. After some crawling in the hedge and talking to him, he let me touch him but that was as much as he was giving. The silent treatment continued until after we got back from the desert. I guess he thought I'd gone back home for good, so when he saw me that night he came right over and let me pat him and rub his belly. He started speaking to me after that
A few nights he even came and laid down on the bed with me, sadly I could let him sleep in our room because the baby's face is warm and nice to sit on. 
When we packed to leave, and the suitcase was in the hallway, he came up the stairs and saw it... You should have seen the anger and betrayal on his furry little face. I did bribe him with a little bit of my farewell dinner, but he wasn't speaking to me again before we left and I felt terrible. In three and a half years, after I do this same thing to him several more times, are we going to be able to repair our relationship? *Sigh*
I have a poo story. Obi has been telling everyone, I know he would be disappointed if I didn't tell you people too, so here it is:
As I mentioned before, there was a forest fire near his grandparent's town. On the way home it had spread so dad pulled the car over and Obi and his mum jumped out to take photos. There's nothing around, just rolling hills, the highway, and us.
Anyway while they are doing that I figure I should take the opportunity to change Isis to save us needing to stop again in half an hour. I just laid her on my legs in the back of the car and got to work.
I change her, and what do you know? There's this little poo. About the size and shape of a man's thumb I guess. I hadn't expected a poo, so I'm like "What can I do with this?" It would stink up the car if I just put it in the bin. So I look out my window and down the road. There's no cars, the family aren't paying attention so I pick it up a *fwing* it goes out the window.
*fwoosh* and it thunks into the side of a passing car.
The cars are coming from the other direction in Canada.
To make matters worse, dad's like "What was that sound?" and looks out the window. "Miri," he goes "Is that a poo?!" I wish I could have recorded his incredulous voice.
So somewhere out there some poor canuck got home and was like "What's this brown streak on my lovely FWD, eh?" the only thing that would have made this more epic was if I aimed a little higher and the window was open
Now, photos! Laura asked about that. Well they came later, so you'll need to wait for a different episode for that. But, the other side of Obi's family is also into photos so they did a bunch of non-professional ones with the help of a camera timer. You know, there's something distinctly not exciting about photos were large groups of people are just standing there getting their photo taken. But anyway, some family members were pretty excited because with Isis on the scene that makes the grandma a great grandma on our side (she's already a GG from mum's sister's daughter having a seven year old, but the sisters are competitive.) and so that morning on the deck dad was like "Oh and we'll get you and Isis and mum and grandma together for a four-generations photo". Uh wait a minute... I'm not technically your family.. I mean, we're not of the same blood line. So I declined and he got it and was cool. I forgot how much I liked him. He's far more annoying at a distance than in person, I really like my FIL.
Anyway so time for photos rolls around and I guess no one else got the memo, so they are all pressuring me to do this photo thing - especially mum. Now, I get it. I wish I could do it, with my own family I mean. There are few things in life that are cooler than being able to have four generations of women (or men) all together. It makes for great photos, especially if they are done right. But for me, it's never going to happen, unless I'm the ridiculously wrinkled person in the photo. My people are gone. Anyway I'm like "No, you have a daughter. When she has a baby girl, then and only then will you legitimately have four generations on your side and I won't take that away from her". It would have been nice if said daughter hadn't left the party early I'm sure. Anyway, it all kind of reminded me of how upset SIL was when her mum offered me her wedding dress instead of her own daughter.
Until right this second I was thinking "when we have a boy they can do it" but technically that's not true either. The grandfather on the dad's side is dead too. Well, that's what makes this shit special - the fact not many people get the chance.
Ok, that'll do. I'm going to have second lunch and check on Isis. Little owl is so freaking happy the last 24hours, you'd never believe I took her for the jab last night. And I can't wait to try her in her jolly jumper.
Next episode I'll tell you about going to breakaway with mum. And I will say some offensive things, no doubt. Until then, *Carrots!*
Oh poop stories. I am glad you shared it, lol!