|oh, did you just confuse me for James Dean?|
1. Regarding the contents of a certain someone's diaper:
"It was the consistency of a Snickers bar."
2. After Julia had been bathed twice:
"Come smell her neck folds...do you think she smeared poop in them?"
3. After going the majority of the week sans car (thank you dead Jetta) I was let out of my cage and ventured out into civilized society with Simone and little J. I may have forgotten that we were no longer in the confines of our private residence and gotten a leeeeedle teensy bit carried away talking to Julia in a voice several octaves and decibals higher than your average mother bear. Simon (in a much lower and quieter voice) said...
"May I remind you that we are in a public setting right now?"
4. & 5. and today we have two guest speakers (whose names I do not know)
This past weekend Simon and I were helping with registration at an Engaged Encounter retreat...playing the least important role...showing people to their rooms...where to put their snacks...etc. I was carrying Julia around in her little carrier that I often wear. After showing a girl to her room she (I guess) came to attention and exclaimed,
"Oh!!! that's a baby in there!!!"
yes. Did you think I was a kangaroo and this was my joey?
and also...someone asked Julia (in their fanciest babytalk voice),
"Do you drink from a bottle or from momma's breast??"
I told Julia she didn't need to answer if she wasn't comfortable and thankfully she wasn't ... and didn't.
and completely unrelated...do you notice anything different.....?
|M-a-s-c-a-a-a-a-r-a. She begged...and I am a firm believer in indulgent parenting.|