Friday, February 27, 2009

How do I order a safety bubble?

So last Friday, I dropped a pan on my toe. After a couple of days it looked, as someone said, as if it was about to fall off. Happily it is healing well, and I can wear shoes again.

Today, I opened the car door into my forehead. I have gotten in and out of this car countless times without incident. I'm really not sure what happened. Anyway, there was a temporary dent in my forehead which has been replaced by a puffy place. I'm hoping for a really nasty bruise.

A few moments ago, I was slicing bread and got my finger instead. Fairly badly, though not badly enough for an ER visit.

So if anyone knows where I can find a safety bubble, I think I probably need one. Or I could just stay in bed on Fridays.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Readings from Ephesians. Sort of.

Paul has a habit of doing his Bible reading for the day while he's giving the baby a bottle, and he reads aloud. He also works in statements that pertain to what's going on with the feeding.

So I'll be sitting here typing and hearing things like, "And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grab your bottle and throw it down. What was that about?" and then later, "...until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature ... Then we will no longer be infants, crying and filling our pants."

It's pretty funny stuff.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I Want To Do It Myself!

So last night I was running late (yeah, yeah) and I needed to feed the baby, but I also needed to get dressed. I decided to see if he could hold a bottle well yet. Laid him down on the floor and let him try, and the little booger went to town.

Excuse the quality. It's a cell phone picture that I took to send to Paul.

This morning, he woke up and wanted a bottle, but he did NOT want me to hold it for him. He wanted to hold it himself. Turns out he did the same thing for Paul early this morning.

What have I done?

Monday, February 9, 2009

Splish Splash, Baby

That boy, he does love a bath. Here he is in The Big Tub with mama.

And here he is by himself (not by himself, exactly, but he was the only one that was actually in the water), swimming after his bath. We're not sure what exactly is so much fun, but we're glad he enjoys it!