14 February 2008
12 February 2008
Overheard in the Bedroom
Zora's at that stage where EVERYTHING goes into her mouth. Keys, glasses, junk mail: nothing is safe from her gaping gummy maw.
So naturally, the empty plastic and foil birth control package sitting on my bedside table struck Zora as a delightful treat.
Shiny? Check.
Crinkly? Check.
Yum.
As her little tongue traveled the grooves along the blister packaging, Rodney glanced over and offered this warning:
Be careful, baby girl. If you eat one of those you might disappear!
So naturally, the empty plastic and foil birth control package sitting on my bedside table struck Zora as a delightful treat.
Shiny? Check.
Crinkly? Check.
Yum.
As her little tongue traveled the grooves along the blister packaging, Rodney glanced over and offered this warning:
Be careful, baby girl. If you eat one of those you might disappear!
I Have a Colb in My Nobes
It's official: Zora has contracted her first cold. The whole stuffy nose situation makes sucking on her pacifer (a.k.a. her BFF) or downing her formula frappucinos a bit more challenging; however, the wee girl is taking her bout with the rhinovirus in stride. With her funky new leg warmers (yes, those are little skulls and crossbones), she can sniffle in style.