Looks like the crazy jugs will soon be sweeping the nation. You've been warned, and you might want to go out and get a few funnels to make pouring easier.
And I keep thinking I need to post more hilarious stories about Mabes. But we've been dealing with crazy mood swings ranging from whining/crying during the walk home from the pool ("Holdge me, mommy, holdge me! I'm scared!" I still don't know of what.), moaning during time out "I want to be happy!" (Okay, then stop crying!), and lots of hugging and cuddling (narrated, of course), so I feel like we don't have much hilarity right now.
We did get to venture next door yesterday to meet a new family that moved into our ward. Mabes was having a great time until she had the first accident she's had in weeks. And it was bad. Fortunately, I didn't realize the extent of it until we got home (she didn't soil the neighbors' apartment--phew!), and my heavens. I won't go into detail--I'll save that for a family dinner or something--but let's just say that when a child who has never been constipated due to having perhaps "looser"-than-usual stools has an accident, it's not pretty. I have a new "grossest poop ever" story. Dave has assured me that since the neighbors have four kids, they've probably experienced poop issues before, and they'll remember the dozen fresh chocolate chip cookies we took over more than the fact that Mabes is literally a party pooper. I'm still embarrassed, though.
And since I don't want to end with a poop story, here's my first attempt at braids. I need to work on it, and it will be a long time before I attempt French braids.
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I'm so bummed out that I'm missing all the fun with Mabes - what a funny little girl. Thank heavens for your posts and pictures. I can relate to her - I often go about moaning "I want to be happy."
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