Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tahoe, September 2011
We're in Tahoe this week having a great time. I'm sure Amy will post a more complete account a bit later, but for now here is a picture from our boys night out last night. We went down to a beautiful beach, laid out the blanket, and looked at all the amazing stars that we can't see in Palo Alto.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Two incidents
The Toothpaste Incident
I went to a training meeting for my job recently--one of the few places I go where I interact with people who don't have kids, and who don't even know that I have kids. I got all ready to go. I even brushed my hair before I left, even though it was slightly damp still.
I arrived at the meeting and settled into my seat. Soon I put my hand up to push my hair behind my ear, and I noticed it felt weird. It was crusty and sticky. A stranger sitting at my table saw the surprised look on my face and told me, "There's something blue in your hair." Yes, some child (I guess Lucas?) decided it was a good idea to put toothpaste in my brush. My entire head of hair was stiff and sticky during the whole three hours I spent in the outside world. And I smelled minty.
Incident #2
Today was hot. So, I put Anne down for her nap in just a diaper. When I went in to get her up, I immediately smelled something foul when I opened the door. Anne was standing in her crib with a big smile on her face, and no diaper on. The diaper was on the floor and there was poop all over her tummy, hands, legs, and face. Plus it was all over the crib. It took me a full half hour to clean the girl, put all the bedding in the wash, wipe down the slats of the crib, and scrub the floor. Anne was smiling at me the entire time, so it was hard to be upset. However, she will wear at least a onesie in the future, no matter how hot it is.
Update 6/6/14: William confessed today that the toothpaste in my hairbrush so many years ago was his doing. He thought he'd try brushing his teeth with a hairbrush instead of a toothbrush. (It didn't work.)
I went to a training meeting for my job recently--one of the few places I go where I interact with people who don't have kids, and who don't even know that I have kids. I got all ready to go. I even brushed my hair before I left, even though it was slightly damp still.
I arrived at the meeting and settled into my seat. Soon I put my hand up to push my hair behind my ear, and I noticed it felt weird. It was crusty and sticky. A stranger sitting at my table saw the surprised look on my face and told me, "There's something blue in your hair." Yes, some child (I guess Lucas?) decided it was a good idea to put toothpaste in my brush. My entire head of hair was stiff and sticky during the whole three hours I spent in the outside world. And I smelled minty.
Incident #2
Today was hot. So, I put Anne down for her nap in just a diaper. When I went in to get her up, I immediately smelled something foul when I opened the door. Anne was standing in her crib with a big smile on her face, and no diaper on. The diaper was on the floor and there was poop all over her tummy, hands, legs, and face. Plus it was all over the crib. It took me a full half hour to clean the girl, put all the bedding in the wash, wipe down the slats of the crib, and scrub the floor. Anne was smiling at me the entire time, so it was hard to be upset. However, she will wear at least a onesie in the future, no matter how hot it is.
Update 6/6/14: William confessed today that the toothpaste in my hairbrush so many years ago was his doing. He thought he'd try brushing his teeth with a hairbrush instead of a toothbrush. (It didn't work.)
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