All Wet

Bath time sure is one of our favorite times around here. Josh doesn't need too many things in there to keep him happy either. Lately he's been perfectly content with an empty soap bottle, though he hasn't yet figured out how to squeeze water in and out of it. It won't be long before he's squeezing water out of the tub at me. That'll be better than getting peed on, I think. Quite frequently, as he is waiting to get in the tub (or when he just gets out, like tonight) he lets loose all over my feet. Gross. At least it's not poop, right?

On another note, can you see the molar back in Josh's mouth? He cut all four molars this past month, as well as his incisors. Now I can trust him to eat bigger bites. :)

The Good and The Ugly

Our daycare inspection went very well today. The lady was really easy going and we passed (!!) with no violations!!! Which is basically amazing and typically never happens. A big praise the Lord moment.

Josh went the whole day on the B.R.A.T diet and even had no dairy products. But he still managed to have a nice explosion while at Grandma's house today. Thankfully I was not there. ;) Today makes it eight days of diarrhea. I even bought Pedialyte on the way home from the daycare, so we'll see if that helps. Does anyone out there have opinions on oatmeal? I hear it's good from one source, but was told to stay away from too much fiber from another. What to do, what to do?

A Tidbit For Now

*sigh* What a busy weekend. I started out early Saturday grocery shopping with my Mom, stopped at church for the silent auction (proceeds toward missions) and didn't get home till 5:30. Woke before sunrise this morning to head to church to practice the set of worship songs scheduled for this mornings' service, ate lunch out (as usual for Sunday afternoon) and got home after 2:30. Went back to church for Sunday night service and now can rest for the night. Josh went home with Grandma and Grandpa this evening because I have to leave bright and early for work tomorrow. The home daycare where I work is having their annual inspection done. We shall be on pins and needles all morning until the inspector leaves. And so starts another busy week. *sigh*

Poor Josh has had diarrhea for the past week. I started implementing the B.R.A.T. diet, but don't see a change yet. I suppose I should stop cheating and really stick to it. Spaghetti does not count. I hope his little tummy gets better soon.

What a Skinny Little Wimpy Bride I Was

Happy third anniblersary to me! My, my, what three years they were. This evening my man took me out to a fancy, shmansy dinner. We dined on pumpkin soup (excellent, I might add, and it tasted like pumpkin pie... SO good), dinner salad and entrees of our own choice. And since it was a weekday, we were the only couple dining in the entire restaurant. The whole place to ourselves. Fancy that. And to top it all off, I felt rather pretty too. I got to use my new make-up (woo-hoot) that I got for nearly free at CVS. I am kinda excited about it. It's cream eyeshadow from Revlon and I like it best so far. You put it on with your fingers and blend it in and it looks quite natural and the colors made my eyes look very green. (Vainity, vainity, all is vainity...) Just thought I'd share that tidbit with you, so you'd know it's ok to buy the cream eyeshadow. And now I bid you all good-night. Good night one! Good night all!

Bedtime for Bonzo

It's bedtime at our house. Time for small children to put their jammies on and climb into bed. Goodnight Bonzo!

Those Good, Old Shoes

I am saying good-bye to some old friends. They are too old and worn out for me to keep them any longer, though they have comforted me many times when I was tired or aching. I had grown to love them like they were a part of me. Those old, lovable shoes... They have treated me well, but now they must go. The soles are worn thin, very thin, and the rain and snow often gets too friendly with my socks because of it. My toes are beginning to peep through the sides and the backs are being worn out too. I already have a new pair of sneakers waiting for me in my closet, but for some reason I am having a hard time letting go of these. My feet feel so at home inside these shoes... They fit "like a glove"... Please, won't you come and do the deed for me? I'm afraid I won't be able to say good-bye. Those good old Payless shoes.

It Looks Like Christmas

I think it is January. We have skipped right over Thanksgiving and the entire month of December. Two weeks ago we were enjoying 70 degree weather and now we bundle up before going out. We don our boots, hats and mittens. We mustn't forget our sweaters or our thickest coat. We would regret it if we were caught without our snow brush and hopefully it is still in the trunk of our car waiting for us from last winter. We trek through the snow here and there. We dig through the garden shed looking for the snow shovel. Oh, where did we put the leftover ice melt? Snow, ice and winter cold, you have jumped on us like an unexpecting mouse. Caught us unaware. The garden hose is still coiled in the garden. The leaves have not been raked out of the front lawn. I was about to cover my vegetable garden with black plastic. Now the remnants of fall have been covered by winters' first icy blast. Shall we see the grass again? Maybe. Maybe not... At least in looks like Christmas.