Now i'm hooked...

This is just so much fun I don't want to stop sharing...I don't think this requires any explanation. Yes...indeed...this is not only our couch...but we actually thought this was funny. Those of you who knew us for the five pre-baby years know how clean our house always was. Now I refer to it as "lived in"! Clean is a rather fluid word i've decided. You can still eat off my floor if you kick the Tupperware and entourage of baby dolls out of the way! Now instead of sleeping at midnight i'm moping...times change do they not? Back to the picture, there are many moments Rick and I conceal our laughter and try to muster up the correct parental reaction!

Glory was so cute today. She threw up in her bed after her nap. She was smiling with her sweet milky puke face when I went into her room. She got the good old washcloth treatment and this is her resultant hairdo. Bath night for everyone tonight!

Oh, one more story about this week...this is classic Grace. She has her beloved ni-night bear who she has lengthy conversations with nightly...and he is now talking back. We know this because she has reported to her father "ni-night is talking to me!" Dadda has to go in and tell ni-night no more talking or singing! Anyhow, ni-night was looking a tad grungy and smelled like baby slobber. His hair is appropriately matted down and I try to secretly bathe him when she is too busy to notice! I was spraying our beloved friend with spray and wash and he has a small little rattle in his head...he busted me big time! Grace looked at me with her look, some of you know this look, and said "maaaamaaaa...(pause)....wwwhat are you doooing?" I smiled and nonchalantly said "oh laundry". That tattle tell ni-night bear tipped her off again. She comes running to me and when she sees my treacherous act she begins flailing for him with REAL tears. You know you can gauge the severity of the infraction by the size of the tears. So I tried to recover my track record of honesty with my little pillar of truth and purity and said, "well, ni-night bear told me he feels grody and is stinky" (my child is well versed in California valley lingo...you can take the girl out of the valley...but you can't take the valley...well you get it)...and I further explained that he wanted a bath. I immediately transferred him to the sink trying to not appear as if I had been hiding anything. I began to run his sink bath as she tearfully got "mama red" (a footstool with Little Mermaid on it). She came back and told me SHE is HIS mommy and SHE will do it (although ni-night wears pink...it's a boy...I suspect because dadda is a boy and this infers a superior rank in her life). I refused to let her have him, as I had to really scrub this dude...he was indeed ripe with love. The end of this sorted affair is I put a towel over her shoulder and she wrapped him so tenderly like dadda does after her bath. She sat in my rocking chair for over thirty minutes with him...drying him...giving him a chooch (pacifier)...she had four pink blankets all around him...and she sang soothing songs like Jesus Loves Me to him. I checked in and she would reply..."He is okay mama! He smells pretty now!" Phew...all was well. Let playtime resume.