A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I think Stella might be mad at us for taking her to get immunization shots yesterday.

Fancy Stella

This is her "night on the town" hair.

All Jazzed Up

Look what I did when Paige wasn't home. She isn't going to be happy when she sees Stella. And she's really not going to be happy when she see this blog. I better hide.

What's Up, Doc?

Whenever I go into a store to buy something embarrassing (such as fungus medicine or hemorrhoid cream), I buy as many items as I can to hide that item from all. But having worked in retail for 2 1/2 years I am beginning to believe I am in the minority. Quite often someone will come up to me and ask where the hemorrhoid cream is because he has a hemorrhoid the size of a grapefruit. (Usually I hear even more details but I'll leave those out.) Or someone will tell me about a fungus on their big toe that is starting to spread, and it's painful and green and itchy. DO I LOOK LIKE A DOCTOR TO YOU? First of all if I were a doctor, I would not be working on Fridays, I would be golfing. Secondly, I do not get paid that much, no where near that much. That is why doctors get paid so much: to hear and see gross and disgusting things. I do not! So please keep it between you and your doctor. (This story courtesy of Kincade.)

America's Most Wanted

Last year, I returned a book to Barnes & Noble that I had received for Christmas. (If you gave me a book for Christmas, that's not the book I returned.) When I told the cashier I didn't have the receipt, obviously, because it was a gift, she gave me the evil eye as though I had just strolled in, plucked a book off the shelf, and then tried to return it. Apparently against her better judgment, she eventually took back the book and gave me money on a gift card in exchange. This year, different book, different cashier, same evil eye.

I must look like a criminal.

Stella's Bath Story

Today was bath day for me. First, I had to gather everything up.


Here I am, ready to get in the water.

I like hanging out in the tub.

Now I'm drying myself off.

I got my diaper on just in time!

I taste best when I'm clean.

Wanted: A Few Moments of R & R

One day last week, Stella slept so much that I was worried she was sick; she napped, ate, then napped some more, then ate some more, and then napped some more. I wished she would be awake for more than the few minutes it took to eat.




Over the last couple of days, she hasn't slept in her crib more than thirty minutes at a time during the day, and nighttime isn't much better. I find myself wishing for Baby Nappy McNapperson.

Chihuahuas Are So Last Year

Has anyone noticed the oodles of celebrities who are pregnant right now? I think babies are becoming the latest fashion accessory.