In retrospect, I'm not sure why I ever thought an open changing station was a good idea. I've spent the better part of seven months imploring certain members of our family to please not throw the diapers, shoes, towels, etc. on the floor while mommy dries her hair.
Then we had this episode. She was quite proud of herself. It was quite amusing until Wednesday, when she wanted a new diaper and proceeded to climb to the top of the changing station and laid down, with diaper in hand.
Maybe I should get my own supply of 2-0 nylon.
Sons are an heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. PS 127:3-5a
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
We have been teaching Julianna to say "thank you" an also to be quiet when mommy is on the phone. It makes the weekends pretty interesting when I get a call and she starts crying. We have been doing the "shh" sound and motion when I'm on the phone. On Monday, she took my phone out of my pocket, said "thank you", "called" Maw Maw, and told me to "shh" while she "talked".
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