Monday, June 21, 2010
Bryce's Eagle Court of Honor
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tulsa Zoo
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Swim Time, Time, Time!
My screen keeps saying that an error is occurring in the videos, but I just need to post this before I snap. One of these videos is Kavella showing off her somersault skills and the other is how much fun she had going down the water slide in Palm Springs! Every time she and her dad would land in the water, she'd start clapping, then get out and RUN all the way back to the slide! I hope you can see them someday.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Poo...Not Winnie, Either.
There are no pictures to accompany this posting, for the urgency with which the following sequence of events occurred could not be slowed. As I was finishing up my lunch the other day, I heard Kavella arousing in her bedroom. In an effort to thwart any more cleaning than necessary, I decided to take an extra two minutes and finish my sandwich/drink and put my trash in the bin before retrieving her. As I gulped down the last of my Dr. Pepper, I heard her versing a lovely tale of "uh-oh's," which only had me mildly concerned. I thought perhaps she had thrown out her pacifier, dropped her blanket on the floor or knocked over a picture frame that's near her crib. "Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh" her song carried. I entered with my usual smile and "hiiiiiiiiii--" What the....."STOP! STOP! DON'T MOVE!" I instructed.
Kavella had taken it upon herself to 'change' her own diaper; a poopy diaper. She was standing at one end of the crib, bare-buns and all, whilst her diaper lay face up (filled with the goods) at the other end. In between the two was clear (or should I say brown) evidence that an interaction had occurred. First things first, I had to get that diaper outta there--and fast! As I lifted it from her arena, she instantly began chanting a new tune--"no, no, no, no,"--and reaching for the item that was rightfully hers. I know, I know, Kavella, it's very disheartening to have such a cool new discovery ripped away without explanation. Aren't I terrible?
At first, I considered moving. Just packing everything up and placing the room in quarantine. Sorry, changing table, you're included in the quarantine. Good bye rocker, you've served me well. Adios, rocking horse! Forget our deposit because I'm not going back in there! Ultimately, reality came back into focus and Kavella got an immediate bath. Subsequently, the crib, sheets, bumpers and wall got a thorough sanitizing. So, in case you were still questioning, THIS is why stay-at-home-moms wear sweats and grubby clothes. And yes, all that planning I did to keep extra cleaning at bay (by putting my lunch away before getting K) really paid off, huh?
Kavella had taken it upon herself to 'change' her own diaper; a poopy diaper. She was standing at one end of the crib, bare-buns and all, whilst her diaper lay face up (filled with the goods) at the other end. In between the two was clear (or should I say brown) evidence that an interaction had occurred. First things first, I had to get that diaper outta there--and fast! As I lifted it from her arena, she instantly began chanting a new tune--"no, no, no, no,"--and reaching for the item that was rightfully hers. I know, I know, Kavella, it's very disheartening to have such a cool new discovery ripped away without explanation. Aren't I terrible?
At first, I considered moving. Just packing everything up and placing the room in quarantine. Sorry, changing table, you're included in the quarantine. Good bye rocker, you've served me well. Adios, rocking horse! Forget our deposit because I'm not going back in there! Ultimately, reality came back into focus and Kavella got an immediate bath. Subsequently, the crib, sheets, bumpers and wall got a thorough sanitizing. So, in case you were still questioning, THIS is why stay-at-home-moms wear sweats and grubby clothes. And yes, all that planning I did to keep extra cleaning at bay (by putting my lunch away before getting K) really paid off, huh?
Monday, June 14, 2010
ggggjjjjjjhhhhh!
As I was deleting a TON of pictures off of our computer, I came across these prego pictures! I've never seen them before! I'm assuming I was like 7 or 8 months pregnant because, believe it or not, I actually got much larger than this! There was also one of my bare belly, but I'll spare you that sight. It's amazing what the body can do. I mean, think about how far my skin had to stretch to accommodate Kavella; I'm actually quite shocked that I didn't get stretch marks from it. I didn't, however, escape a whole huge load of extra "skin" though. What am I supposed to do with it? Do I tuck it into my pants or just let it hang over my belt now? It sucks. If only I were rich, then I'd go get a tuck! Yes, Mom, I really am that vain! And while I was at it, I'd throw in a "lift," too!
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