Sunday, February 10, 2008
OK, I promise not too many of the poop posts - but this one has to be told. Yesterday at breakfast, Thea let er rip with such force we were all impressed, but none more impressed than me when I felt a damp sensation and realized the daiper hadn't quite done it's job. At all. Yeesh.
Our friends Dan and Amanda and their little 8-month-old baby Gracie are staying with us. I think Gracie has given Matt some hope that the future will be a bit less howlie. Thea hasn't let go of her howling yet, but I'm hoping it will happen soon. I've taken to heading for the bedroom when she gets grouchy and just trying to get her to sleep. It works often enough to make it worthwhile.
We've got a bit of a routine going with early morning trips to the beach and afternoon naps. Matt's got some good suring in, and I've got a couple good walks in, too.
I'm anxiously awaiting the 6-week-mark in hopes that Thea turns the corner on the belly blues. That gives me five days left, right??? After that, she's not allowed to turn purple any more. I'm putting my foot down. Rigggght.