Combs in Unlikely Places

We just spent the last half hour trying to rescue a comb that had been inadvertently flushed down the toilet.  It was not one of my brightest moments.  You would think that one of our two sweet, mischievous toddlers would be behind this whole shenanigan but alas, I only have myself to blame.  I had a comb in my pocket that I didn't expect and down it went to my horror earlier this afternoon.  

Heber and I set to work about 10:30, because really, what happens before 10:30 at our house?  It's always the time when something huge happens and we don't make it to bed on time ever.  He tried his technical tools including a long snakey professional one to no success. 

Heb stuck his hand in first to see if he could reach it and it nearly got stuck there forever, and really, how do I explain that one to the first responder that would have to show up to our house to save him, "you see, I accidentally flushed this comb and he was trying to fix it and couldn't get his hand out ever."  We didn't want that to happen so it was all up to me. 

In I went.  First up to my wrist, then up to my elbow and still I reached.  Before moving forward, can we just add this to the list of "places that I never thought my hand would be"?  Okay, good.  It took some time but I was finally able to jiggle it free.  I don't think I could have done that a year ago.  Perhaps all these poopy diapers have trained me for something. 

I am now heading to bed, sans comb because I couldn't in good conscience ever use it again.  It is sad because I've owned that one a while and liked it.  It's done good work over the years. 

So there's our adventure for tonight.  Gross. 

Leo and his Shoes

Leo loves wearing shoes.  I don't know where he got it from, I sure don't love it.  He walks around the house all day saying "shoes."  He has even started finding my shoes and bringing them over.  I guess that means he's ready to go outside, and in this lovely 100 degree and humid weather, that's exactly what I've wanted to do.

Last night, Heb was getting Leo's jammies on and he nearly lost it when he tried to take his sandals off.  It's been a little crazy around bedtimes lately with all of the company we've had at our house.  Anyway, the only way he would calm down was for us to put them on over his footy pajamas.  Sometimes, you just do it.

Heb snuck in hours later to take them off and he woke up, started crying and tried to put them back on.  Ah, he just loves wearing shoes. 

Bad Luck

I love libraries.  There are few things that are better than looking through the shelves and finding a stack to bring home with me.

Going along with that, I've had a bit of bad luck lately.  Mostly with library books.  The other is that I burned a whole in my shirt at glass this week.  I was so disappointed that I'd actually worn a shirt that I liked.  Bah.  There is totally a burn mark and hole.  Oh, and we had to replace all of our brakes at the same time on our car.  Awesome.  

 Back to the books though, I lost an audio book right after Christmas.  It fell right into the pit that was January.  Lots of things fell down that hole but most were not nearly so expensive.  I went to the library to fess up to the loss, which was incredibly embarrassing on it's own, and they told me that it would be $75 to replace it.  $75.  Really.  I didn't even listen to the whole thing.  Made it through one disk and was bored.  For that I have to pay $75.  At least it could have been a really good read, but alas.

I got online to find another copy so that I didn't have to pay the $75.  I was able to find a $25 used copy.  I'm hoping they'll accept that, otherwise, it's more money down the drain.  I have literally looked everywhere.  There is no place that it could be.

This was on the heels of the "water damage incident."  I like to read when I do my hair.  It's long, it takes a while to do so I read.  Of course I flung my hand and into the toilet it went.  It's at that point you wonder it you fish it out (because it's a library book), do you refuse to touch it and leave it be (because it's a library book)?  I fished it out. 

Epic fail.  Right?  How do you return a book like that?  "Well, I..um..dropped it in some "water."  What did I do?  Well, I ordered another on amazon and transferred the perfectly good library labels to the new book.  I then returned it without saying a word. 

Please don't tell the library on me.  I may never be able to go back and I really like that place.  And don't tell Grandma Barbara, she was a librarian for years and will have far to much experience with this. 

Also, you can stop laughing about the book in the toilet.  I'm going to go hide in shame now. 

Chocolate Lover.

I came home from an errand tonight and found this. 

Leo had unlocked the cabinet and discovered a bag of chocolate chips.  He was quickly stuffing chocolate into his mouth.  That's my boy. 

The curse of the PP

According to Heber, his church pants are cursed.  As he said, "the curse of the piddle pants."

On Friday we picked up a pair of Heb's dress pants that have been at the cleaners for a while.  Ok, so it took him a few weeks to get them there and a couple to pick them up.  Heber and I have never been very good at drycleaning things.

For the second time in a row, Leo has leaked all over his newly cleaned pants.  The first time was weeks before that led to dropping them off at the cleaners and the second was just this last sunday. 

We were sitting in church and I looked over and thought, my those pants look wet.  Leo has been drooling alot lately but that couldn't be it, right?

Oh no.  It was leakage.  Leakage in a very unfortunate location for Heber.  It may have appeared that Heb had had an accident.  He. He.

So now we are sending them back to the cleaners.  I'm waiting on the edge of my seat to see what happens next time he wears them.  

It's a good thing Leo's so cute.

Here's a shot of them together working on climbing stairs.

In the Night...

A few nights ago Leo woke up at 4:30 a.m.  I got up, changed his diaper and laid him back in his crib.

He was wide awake.   


I, in my sleepiness, went back to bed thinking he would calm down and fall back asleep.  Well, he did not and started crying because he wanted company.  Back I went through the darkness, a path I've worn well over the past 7 months.  I shushed him and put the pacifier back in but he was too wild.   He joyfully kicked his legs and he rolled all around so happy that there was someone there to play with him.  I knew he would cry if I went to bed again so I sat down in the chair to wait for him to calm down.


There was more kicking, more rolling and then it was quiet.  I opened my eyes, thinking I could finally return to bed.  Looking across the room, there were just two little eyes looking intently over the side of the crib (because he isn't tall enough to have any more showing.)


It was enough to make me burst out laughing, which led to him laughing.  I've just been thinking about those two little eyes and can't help myself laughing still.

It looked kind of like this.