The rest of the cookies

In order of appearance: Me—no explanation needed...

Brendan—Hucklecookie; a snowman turned lizard head; the star of Bethlehem turned mad Beethoven.

Flannery—a red gingerperson.


Flannery as she breathlessly drank her Sabbath chocolate milk, "My chocolate milk is dripping all over my heart."

I love

that the only sound in the room at the time this picture was taken was
"chubba bubba! chubba bubba! chubba bubba! chubba bubba!"

She is also not unknown to lick butter wrappers clean while baking
with her momma.

Something I'm doing is working

Not to toot my own horn, but this morning brought another WIN for Papa... This morning Flannery requested granola for breakfast. As I was getting it out for her, she also requested that I put milk in it (as if I wouldn't). "Hmmm," I said, "I don't think we have any milk. I'll have to pour soy sauce and onions in it."

"Papa, don't do that..." she said, watching me pour the milk into the bowl.

"I dunno, sugar, we're all out of milk. You're gonna have to have yucky ol' granola with onions and soy sauce."

"Papa..." she said in the voice that means, "I see you pouring the milk, but I hear you saying onions and soy sauce..."

I set it down before her at the table, and looking in the bowl, I heard a quick sigh of relief, and then her prayer: "Lord Jesus, thank you for this food, please bless it to my body, in Jesus name, Amen... Lord Jesus, thank you for Papa's joke, AMEN!"

various and sundry things

Flannery stumbled across Huck's nickname all by herself, the words were hardly out of her mouth before I knew it would stick. So, here's to BubbaMunch.

In other news, my mom left last night. I hate it when she leaves after I have a baby.
But, the weeks she was here were really nice and I even had the special "daughter" experience of finding leftover salad in the fridge, starting to eat it and discovering a half a pickle buried in it. Why do moms mix their leftovers? Will I do this someday?

Brendan threw his back out and I'm not supposed to be doing heavy lifting right now, so it was really fun to watch my petite mama hefting a five - gallon jug of water into the ceramic water dispenser.
She's also been known to sit on her picnic table and shoot at roosters in the barnyard.
Mama's little but she's mighty.

Huck laughs out loud in his sleep. He also smiles at me a lot when he wakes up in the morning. So gratifying when I'm tempted to be annoyed by how many times I had to get up and nurse him in the night. He's got a dimple and it melts me every time.

Flannery is using a computer mouse as a stethoscope right now. She's currently listening to her forehead.

Some things we love a lot right now:
Burt's Bees buttermilk lotion (it's the RIGHT scent for a baby)
Jan Pienkowski's book of fairytales
Jamie Soles' The Way My Story Goes
bedtime gin and tonics (or is that gins and tonic?)
Mr. O'Donnell (maker of said gins and tonic among many other things)
disposable diapers
the way that Flannery talks to Huck

gleaning

Flannery just said this to me: "When you're baby is engaged it's few weekends before you jumperate your baby."
I wonder what jumperating is.