Lois has some new tricks. First off, we have her new sleeping position:
|Awww, aren't I adorable?|
She used to just sleep flat on her back, as recommended by damn near everyone to prevent SIDS. Then the little stinker learned to roll over. She slept on her side then, or her back, but not on her belly. Then one day we walked in and she was all curled up with her butt in the air. It. Was. Adorable.
BUT WAIT! What is that on the side of the crib?
|Apparently she wanted a light snack |
consisting of varnish and stain.
Yes. The little stinkpot decided to gnaw ON HER CRIB rather than nap one day.
As you can see, she has blessed two rails with the marks of her love.
Now, I suppose you can take this a few ways:
"Hey babe! I think we need to feed the baby more!"
"It's nothing to worry about. A little teeth sharpening is good for her."
"Congratulations, honey! It's a woodchuck!"
Me, I'm just going to watch her carefully for signs of tail growth. I mean, hamsters are sweet and all, but I don't want my adorable baby turning in to one.
IN OTHER NEWS:
We had a friend come to visit. For kicks and giggles, we went up to Mountain Lake (of Dirty Dancing fame) to check out the lake. I am pleased to report it seems to be filling up again:
Mountain lake is a pretty nifty place. The meadow is dammed by an ancient rockfall that blocked up the natural outlet. And voila! A lake was born.
However, since rockfalls aren't exactly watertight, if there isn't as much water flowing in as is leaking out, the lake will drain. Recently it completely dried up, leading to the discovery of some human remains of a long-lost guy named Samuel Ira Felder from 1921.
Read all about it here!
They have orienteering there, and that is something on my list of Things To Learn How To Do.
And I'll leave you with this. Conversations in our house:
"What'd you do with the bottle of Vitamin C, woman?!"
"I put it right in front of you."
Then he drank all my milk to wash them down.
As Jeremiah climbed into bed the other night he told me that my toothbrush was mad at him. I looked at him suspiciously for a moment, and then resignedly asked why.
"It bristled at me."
And, just now:
"A winky-face makes the mention of genocide that much softer."
Thanks folks! We'll be here all week! Tip your waitress!