Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Gennie's been so happy that the weather warmed up . . . even for just a few minutes . . . that she's been glued to that swing. She goes out there and sings at the top of her lungs with the wind in her hair. Of course, she is still learning to "pump" her legs on the swing so she really doesn't go very far and she's scared of falling off so she doesn't want to be pushed very high but I guess you have to start somewhere. (I think I should have cropped that photo a little differently. Oh well, you get the idea)
Josiah finally enjoys bathtime. Now that he sits up just fine he loves the big duck tub. And he's discovered splashing so usually I'm as wet as he is.
(the original of this photo had crazy red-eye so not only did he look like a little rabid dog but with the glowing eyes he looked possessed, too.)
And anytime I come near him with the sprayer he feels he must drink EVERY drop that comes out. Wonder what he'll do with the sprinkler this summer.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Back soon - when the snot subsides.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I locked myself in the backseat with Josiah in the parking lot of our grocery store. Frick.
Now, I drive a 1998 Chevy Blazer and there's plenty of room in the back seat for two car seats and groceries and all but it's not THAT big. The cargo area is certainly big enough but the back hatch has no latch inside the vehicle so that wasn't an option. I was getting kind of concerned by this point, but not completely hysterical. The little old man that patrols the parking lot for carts wandered by muttering under his breath about the horrid people who don't put their carts back . . . I could read his lips as he went by . . . didn't seem the type to ask for help because I didn't want to risk the heart attack I was sure would ensue if I started yelling and bouncing the car. Josiah is cute and all but absolutely no help at climbing out and opening a car door . . . nevermind he'd never reach the handle even if he could stand up all the way. Last resort time . . . my only way out was over the front seat.
I moved Gennie's booster seat out of the way so I could stand up in the back seat, then realized that I was more than half way bent over. Finally, somewhere I was too tall to be. What a time for that! I couldn't get my legs up over the seat while standing up because there wasn't enough room for me to lift my legs. Okay, it's go time. I'll have to go butt first.
I turned around and squeezed my backside thru the space between the front seats and unceremoniously plopped into the driver seat backwards. Luckily, I had on my nylon track pants which clung nicely to the velour seats and stayed behind as I moved, ending up considerably lower than my waist as I landed. All that was missing was the inevitable horn honk as my butt hit the steering wheel. I snaked my legs over the seat and under the steering wheel with as much grace as I could, then sat there for a minute, laughing hysterically at myself. When I regained control and was able to sit up and drive, we went on our way . . . me chuckling to myself and thinking "I can't wait to blog this one!" and Josiah laughing because Mommy was laughing. Awesome.
Monday, April 7, 2008
The buttons don't really match but they are close enough and I'm trying to not let it bug me too much. Funny how I like eclectic things as long as they go together . . . which kind of defeats the "eclectic" part . . . whatever, I'm bizarre like that.