The Week in (Not Very Exciting) Pictures

Because my life is boring (which I wouldn't trade for anything), my blog can only be one thing. I make no apologies. It's boring; and as such, I feel completely justified in sharing random boring photos and stories therein.


So here goes. One day last week, I just had this feeling it wasn't going to be a good day. It started out with Clara waking up and crying in the morning. For some reason, she wouldn't leave her room and her cries were getting worse. Chris was about to leave for work, so he went in and picked her up. I came in a minute later and he just looked at me and lifted up her nightgown, revealing a bare bottom. This was a first. Potty training here we come. (or duct tape in the very least.) Sure enough, there was a diaper on the floor and a wet spot in the bed. I throw the sheets in the wash.


About half an hour later, Clara and I get ready to go downstairs for some breakfast, when I see a pile of Max puke at the top of the stairs. How it still looked like he ate it 10 minutes ago instead of 10 hours, I'll never know. So, I get to cleaning that up. I tell Clara that Max has a tummy ache and she loves on him a little. Ok, puke is cleaned up.


After breakfast Clara and I played outside a little while. Upon reentry, I find two mysterious piles of tiny black and brown shavings and a very small amount of the paper that covers crayons. These aren't your average crayons. These are toddler crayons that are about the size of 5 crayons. No idea who did it though or if it was 1 or 2 of them.



I'm cleaning up one of the piles when I look over and see this.



Guilty! Whoever enters their crates when a mess is being cleaned up gives themself (or in this case, selves) away. It really is a surefire way to determine the guilty party. Another is to watch when you first come up on a mess. The non-guilty will come trotting in like "hey, what's going....whoa! Who did that?" and feel safe to check it out with a sniff. The guilty are nowhere in sight, usually as far away as they can get. That was all of the excitement for that day. It ended up just being a bad morning and not leaking into the afternoon.


Saturday we had Micah and Lisa over for dinner and they brought blackberry pie and ice cream. Clara approved of their dessert choice. But instead of ice cream she got her Good Karma brand Rice Dream frozen dessert. I can't believe I bought something by a company called Good Karma. Oh well, she likes it.


The whole night she said Lisa's name over and over. She really hadn't said it much up until now. All night it was "See-sa, See-sa, See-sa" and she was practicing her thank you's, also. She'd bring us something and say, "key-q" when she handed it to us. When we'd give her something, she wouldn't say anything, so I guess we need to work on the proper placement of "key-q". I'm not complaining though; I've got myself a very polite little girl.


Yesterday she sang her first song that I recognized. I wasn't completely sure what it was because she was spinning around and I couldn't understand the words but then I caught the words "ashes, ashes". When she fell down right after uttering those words, there was no mistaking what her little song was.


This morning she was sitting on my lap while I got on the computer for a few minutes. I'm not sure how I didn't notice this while it was happening, but when I stood up, this is what I saw. (And no, it's not my pee. I haven't peed my pants in several years thank you very much.) Note to self: change diaper immediately upon waking.



Here's Clara right before her nap this afternoon. She's getting better at dressing herself. She even put on her own shoes and got them on the right foot.