Funny

We entered Sam's Club and Zoë saw a lady carrying a little dog. She looked up at me and in all seriousness said, "Mommy that doggy can't walk, it is too little." I had to laugh, that is what I say about Eliza except I say, "she can't walk because she is too little." :-)

Old Time Radio Programs

Here is a site that plays old time radio programs. Let me know if you like it. :-)

14 year perfect streak gone in a split second...UGH!!

Yes, my pride is shattered and laying in peices around my feet. Truth: I am a very good driver. Also true: I have been driving for 14 years with no accidents that were my fault. Truth of Murphy's Law: on your crumbiest day, lowest emotionally, depressed already... something bad will happen. And yes folks, it has finally found me. I am tainted with the red paint of our car mixed with the taupe of my parents car. Yes, you heard that right... I rammed into my parents' car. How awful!! Here is the play by play-
Mom comes over and we are excited to go to Maddie's violin concert. Next we bundle everyone up in the car, including Zoë. Ready to roll... true story: I told my mom, "boy I am feeling depressed today." and I look into the rearview mirrior and instead of seeing my parents' car I see the sweet little face of Zoë. And WHAMMO!! I smacked right into the side of their car. Yes folks, yes, I am blamming the whole thing on my daughter who is just too darn cute she caused me to get into an accident. I've been driving almost 15 years and she has only been around 6 months. :) Right? OK, OK...totally my fault... I burst into tears... and went to the concert with bright red puffy eyes...life is crazy and I am glad it was just the car that was hurt and not anyone else.

Are You Ready for This?

Well, what a better way to say thank you for having us over for dinner by having your child poop everywhere. Yes folks, it has happened again... the magic and mysterious poop climbed out of Zoë last night right in the middle of dinner. Shirley Roehl, bless her heart, was chatting with me during dinner at their house when I heard these words: Abbie, I think Zoë is turning green. Hmmmm, I thought, I wonder if that green bean I just gave her fell onto her shirt...I WISH!! There was poop everywhere, all the way up to her neck. It was crazy, and she was happy as a clam...Paul had to help me strip her down and give her a bath right then and there in the Roehl's bathtub. I am so thankful I had an extra pair of clothes too. (Note to self for future...maybe pack TWO extra pairs of clothes!!) We returned home exhausted...whew!! Who knew having one child would be so adventurous?? Once again... this is a shout out for cloth diapers...has not happened once with the cloth...only disposable!

Sweet Potato Mix Up

Well, the title says it all. I am trying really hard to mix up our diet and get some healthier and different choices on the menu with out running to Taco Bell. I did pretty well this week with trying some new recipes and using elk meat. Tonight I made a blunder... I seriously thought I was buying sweet potatoes and I ended up with what I think must be yams.... oops. They didn't quite work out the way I thought. We tried to eat them anyway. :-) Poor Paul!!

Funny Facts

Fact: I am learning that it is sometimes hard to be a mom.
Fact: Poop finds a way to defy gravity and travel up a baby, and not only that, it knows to come out the front of the diaper and not the back... amazing!

OK...story.... yesterday Paul and I went up to the ropes course with the band at Super Summer. I took the baby jogger which I have to say that we love because it is so versatile. Anyway, it all was going well up there in the forest... baby sleeping... etc. When Katie, a band member's wife, said... "Zoë's crying." I went over, thinking that I was going to just sit on a stump and feed her quickly, when I saw the yellow on the front of her onesie. Yes, it was poop and it had defied gravity and traveled up the front of her onesie. (This is where I make a plug for cloth diapers....Zoë has never blown one out...only disposables.) I was not laughing. I had to take her right down the mountain back to camp ASAP. She was screaming... I was ticked. (not at her... just at myself for not bringing the diaper bag up.) I ended up having to take a shower with her because she was a mess. She was screaming... poor thing. I then ended up having to do some laundry...which didn't work at first... I was frustrated. Finally I found someone who helped get my quarters back and get the poopy laundry started... yikes! What an afternoon!
here is Zoë with Aunt Bee ... look at her "firecracker" hair... that is from the shower yesterday! :-)