Monday, July 30, 2007
I've decided I'd like to upgrade to the king sized bed. You all can sleep in the pack-n-play.
Kevin's mom was married on Saturday, and it was a lovely affair. Lots of little tots running around, and at least one case of underage drinking. Waaaaaaaay underage. Apparently there were TWO bowls of punch, and someone gave Charlie the wrong one. That was one dancin' 2 year old. Hope he slept it off!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
This week, Madeline was at the grocery store with her mom, Sara, when they were approached by a woman who, under the guise of christian charity and good will, was rude and condescending.
I'm proud to say that Madeline took care of this by throwing up on her. Good baby.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
We do keep an collection of binkies in the crib to facilitate this, so when we put Scarlett down to sleep, we pop one in to start her off. The rest are there as back up.
Today I realized [after the fact, natch] that I grabbed the one that matched her outfit. Because Mr. Blackwell might stop by her room while she's napping.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Actually, Jamie, Matt, Ed, Dave, and Tom went for the Pitchfork Festival. Kevin went for the baseball.
I stayed home with Miss Scarlett and Alice, which would have been fine, except they both decided to go on a poop strike. Which sounds like something you shouldn't talk about in polite society, and it is, until you have a child and a dog. And it disappears on the same day. Then it's ALL you can talk about.
So Crabby Baby, Bloated Puppy. Maybe Ang Lee will direct.
As I said to my sister, the baby has developed a personality, and that personality is pissed.
I'm desperately hoping that this latest development will resolve with a whole lot of fruit, and a change in schedule.
As for the dog, all it took was the threat of having her temperature taken.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Considering there was "nothing going on" this weekend, the collective members of this house certainly are exhausted.
Ketch, like his father, doesn't smile for the camera. Also, like his father, he has a rather high opinion of himself.
Alice went to the local pug meet up. I know. It's odd. But funny, and because it leaves her comatose the rest of the day, totally worth the mild embarrassment of telling your friends you are "going to the pug meet up".
Today, Scarlett went to visit her future BFF, Sophie. When the girls grow up, Jennie and I will tell them we met in church. Or volunteering at a soup kitchen.
And finally, Alice was just too tired to keep up chewing her bone. But damned if someone else was going to get it.