Thursday, February 3, 2011

Catch Up

Wow. It has been three weeks since I last updated this blog. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you; it has been so hectic that I have not had enough free time to do it.

Three weeks ago, my parents were able to finally move into their house, 15 minutes down the road. We helped unpack, and Sara Beth was really into reorganizing. There was a folded stack of packing paper that was sitting in their living room. Sara Beth went over to the stack and picked off pieces one at a time, carefully unfolded it, and then carried the paper into the pantry to place it in there. Once the stack was completely gone, she reversed her process and carried pieces out, one at a time, refolded it, and then put them in a new stack on the couch. Once I told her it was about time to go, she worked double time moving the paper back into the living room. She carried in huge arm-fulls at a brisk jog.

Two weeks ago, Heather went back to Alabama by herself for her granddad's funeral. We decided it would not be a good idea for Sara Beth to go as well, so I stayed back in Texas with her. Fortunately, with my parents now down here, they were able to help with the babysitting so I didn't have to burn all my vacation time in stay-at-home daddy day care. Even with my parents helping, it was exhausting caring for a 2 year old without Heather around.

It was so nice that Saturday that I decided it would be a good idea to wash the cars. Sara Beth liked playing with the bubbles in the water.

As soon as she pulled her head out of the bucket, she realized her hair had gotten an even closer look.

So then, since the cars were nice and clean, this past week God covered the entire US with a giant blanket of snow, so the cars would get dirty again on the icy/slushy streets. At least, that might be the reason that we got snow. In any case, Heather's flight was able to make it back safely and without delay.

Sara Beth kept asking to build a snowman. Unfortunately, it was not the right kind of snow. I tried to look up the Eskimo word for this type of snow, but apparently, Eskimos don't actually have 50 different words for snow, it's an urban legend. Anyways, whatever you call the stuff, it made a big enough mess of the roads that my work was closed for two days, and it made a big enough mess of our cars that they will have to be washed again this coming weekend.

And finally, to top it off, yesterday, at Super Bowl half time, I start putting Sara Beth to bed. When it is time for her to go to the bathroom, she starts crying really hard. It turns out she has a urinary track infection, and so, instead of watching the second half of the game, Heather and I took Sara Beth to one of those 24 hour doctors and filled a prescription for antibiotics. I heard the Packers won.

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