Funny story of the day.....

I took the baby to the doctor's office today for her 2 month well baby checkup. I had several concerns about the wee one (what mama isn't concerned about SOMETHING!) to address. One of them being her extreme fussiness and her spiting up so much. My other 2 girls never cried as much, nor did they spit up the fountains of milk that this little one does.

The doctor came in and immediately wanted to hold her. Why wouldn't he? She's pretty darn adorable! I warned him that he would really need the burp cloth, but he declined. I did my best to warn him. Ah well, he asked for it! He was just holding her and I was telling him all about her fussing and crying and puking.....and all the while he was gently bouncing her, and trying to get her to smile. MUHAHAHAHA

The baby let out a tremendous belch, followed by a huge gush of spit up. All over the doctor.

I congratulated him, the baby had taken yet another victim.

He thanked me, looked down at his shirt and remarked, "Well, I was going to write you a prescription for reflux, but she has spit up all over my prescription pad."

I suppose it might have been her own little way of getting back at that mean doctor in advance for the shots she got later. Fair trade, I think.

I have a secret blog.....

I'm starting to post on a separate blog, reserved for pictures of my family. I'm a little weird about posting pictures of my little rugrats. So, if you would like to view it, and I haven't already sent you an invitation, let me know!

The 'pies' have it....

Someone came by for a second viewing of our home yesterday. We worked really really hard to make sure the house was it's best looking. It's crucial that we sell this place. So, I was willing to pull out all the stops to get these people to buy our house.

I baked a pie.

Somewhere I heard that the smell of bread or cookies baking triggers something in the brain that reminds people of home. And what reminds people better of home than a freshly made apple pie?
Nobody makes homemade apple pie anymore, usually we leave it to Sara Lee...nobody does it like her! But I do. And I must admit,(not to toot my own horn or anything!) I make a pretty pie. Almost something like you would see in a bakery for sale the day before Thanksgiving.

So I put it in the oven to bake, and an hour later, my house smelled incredible. I left it on the counter to cool, with a note propped up "Please take home." This could have 2 meanings really...take the pie home or PLEASE TAKE OUR HOME! :)

We left the house and went out for dinner. When we returned a few hours later the pie was gone! So now I am sitting and waiting by the phone, anxious of course, for our Realtor to call to say that these people want to make an offer.

After all, who can say 'no' to pie?!?!!??

Ewwww...look what came off my kitchen floor!!!!

Today, I sent my husband off to the store to buy some vinegar to scrub my floors with. He came home with this. Okay, I thought...looks like a Pinesol bottle, but better for the environment.
Give it a shot.

We hands and knees scrubbed the floor. Then when we dried it with towels, you wouldn't believe what came up off the floor. It was nasty. See for yourself....