Sad Day

I decided it was time to upgrade our blog template after seeing my mom's hot new blog. However, in doing so, all my blog links and sidebar pictures were erased. I guess that is what I get for chasing beauty.

Fortunately, I had followed this advice earlier that morning, so I didn't "lose" all the links.

Does anyone know how to keep the links and pictures next time I change our template?

Our Little Tarzan

This is what Ian's PJs looked like when I got him up this morning. Silly kid. I bet he was chilly!

These cute snowman PJs came from my cousin Tara who lives near by us. Cute, huh?

Thanks, Pookie!

I have the best sister ever. On Monday, a surprise package from Allison arrived with nice sisterly messages scrawled all over the box, and with my most favorite Trader Joe's treats inside. And just in time! We had been rationing the Joe Joes remaining from our stockings and were nearly out! I gave Ian the package of delicious CA almonds while I slathered myself in the BEST product, Kiss My Face peaches n' cream lotion. Oooohhhh. I love it. And look at all the other stuff she sent! Hurray! This will tide me over until TJ's finally honors my written request to built a store in my neighborhood. Or at least until my next trip to CA. Thanks, Pook!

The Goods

Ian scoping out The Goods.
The green soap she sent is Lemon Verbena. The very kind of soap we enjoyed while staying a night Chez Browns!

A second package also arrived on Monday. My sweet Mom sent me a cell phone to replace my current phone, which is commonly considered possessed. It is SO nice to have a phone that doesn't go all snowy and unpredictable whenever I adjust the volume. Thanks, Mom!

Ewww

I expected that motherhood would instantly come with a higher tolerance for nasty things--like spit-up, exploding diapers, oozy green boogers... but my new theory is that moms can handle nasty stuff better than non-moms because they have been subjected to it all that many more times... I guess it takes a while to build up that kind of tolerance.

So when Ian tossed his cookies (green bean and oatmeal, actually) yesterday at church, ALL over my adorable Sunday clothes (Merry Christmas to me from Scott), I nearly tossed mine too. This was no infant reflux / immature esophagus problem. It was all-out adult-like barf. And all over every article of my clothing as well as his. It was so loud that heads turned in our direction from across the room, and so pervasive people near us leaned out of the way. And in the middle of a reverent meeting. It really is too bad that motherhood doesn't come with that instant tolerance for nasty things, because in the aftermath of the barf, instead of springing to action to clean it up, I was trying not to gag.

But you know what does come instantly with motherhood? The Mom Sorority. You get instant admittance just by giving birth. And from that moment on, women around the world will jump to your aid in moments like the one I just described. So while the novice mom that I am attempted not to gag, another women took Ian from me, another rounded up baby wipes, another gathered Ian's toys into my diaper bag so we could make a quick escape, and yet another met me in the hall with a fist-full of wet paper towels. And this gal, ever coming to my aid in moments of peril, wiped Ian down and held him while I assessed the damage in the ladies' restroom mirror. Thank goodness for the Mom Sorority.

We sat in the car (with the windows rolled down mind you) until church ended 10 minutes later.

These pictures were taken after a less exciting day at church last summer.