Addendum to this morning's post which explains Marco's comment... looks like there's a common theme emerging!!!
Let's start our Saturday tale with a tall glass of apple juice. Mommy woke up before baby at about 5am with a thirst that could embarrass a sponge. So I snuck downstairs to get my apple juice and brought it back up to bed. I put it on the bedside stand and squeezed into my corner of the bed, trying not to disturb baby or pug (yes, Radar is still in the bed). Since I was so thirsty, I probably should have drunk the juice before getting into bed, but that's history... as is the next thing that happened which I'm sure you can guess. Mmmm hmmm... while trying to take a sip from the reclined, contorted position, the glass slipped and spilled all over me, baby, pillow and bed. So much for taking advantage of the baby sleeping in a bit!
Anyway, that early morning catastrophe obviously required a complete bedding change (except for the comforter which escaped my apply wrath!) No biggy... it was Saturday and there would be time for naps later in the day. So, after a very fun play date (pictures in the PS) that is precisely what the three of us did... it was about 2:30pm and we all snuggled into our crisp, clean sheets. At some point during the nap, it slowly dawned on me that my foot was warm... warm and wet. "But I changed the apple juice sheets," I groggily thought as I emerged from my dreamy state to look down at the poor pug whose mouth was still frothy from all the vomitting she had just done. This time the pillows escaped, but the comforter did not. Strip the bed, take two!
Now, I am not such a foolish person as to not learn lessons when they are thrust upon me. So when it came time to change Radar's diaper before bathtime, I made sure to put the waterproof changing blanket under him. And good thing! Remember how I mentioned that Radar had started to eat new foods a week ago and that his poop might start to stink now... well, not only do we have stink, but we have elephant sized poops! So it was no wonder that the water proof sheet got to share in the diaper overflow - but at least the bed sheets were safe. Oh, did I mention that Radar never stops moving... he constantly kicks and punches. I only mention this now to help you visualize the loaded, dirty diaper that I'd moved to the side while cleaning Radar, being soccer kicked off of the waterproof blanket and "splat!" onto those crispy clean sheets. Strip the bed, take three!
Ok, enough of that. I'm loving the "name the photo" suggestions so far... please keep them coming. And I haven't yet gotten any photoshops from Friday's challenge #1, so I thought I'd go ahead and post my own entry to "up the challenge!" If anyone wants the photo in its original size, just drop me an e-mail and I'll send it to you.
Mommy photoshopped out...
That's it for this morning. If the weather holds up, we're off to the pool again today. Enjoy your Sunday!
Lots of love,
Titi and Radar
PS - Play date. I should explain the first picture. When I got to the house, the hostess asked me what the baby's name was and I said "Radar." She said, "No way!" I thought that meant she thought it was a cool name, so I started with the whole Rafael Darwin combo explanation. Then she said, "that's my dog's name!" So, meet Radar squared...
And then there were the little human playmates too... (Omar, Jack & Radar)
The playdate was at Thatcher's house and also present were Skylar, McKenzie & Nicholas... a good time was had by all!