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2006-09-07 - 4:46 p.m.
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So, last night while Michael was out Home Teaching, it was up to me to get the munchkin brigade bathed and off to bed. And they were SO dang tired, too. The bath went ... okay. Zo was crying (read: screaming) since she was that sleepy. Bruce kept trying to get out of the tub. Got Bruce toweled up and into the crib while I got Zoë out of the drained bathtub. As I'm diapering her up (and praying that Bruce isn't going to pee all over his crib while I'm busy with Zoë's diaper), he starts screaming. Finally, I'm done with her and trying to talk him down. I look over and Yeah, he had hit his mouth against the crib's side. AGAIN. I doctored him up with 1- a diaper, 2- Infant Tylenol, and 3- Ambesol. I cuddle him as I get him dressed, dress Zo, and carry them out to the front room for "last call" nursings. (Okay, I think it's funny that I am referring to it as "last call." It makes me sound like my boobs are a bar ... this is insanely funny to me at this moment, especially since I'm Mormon. And now I keep thinking, "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here," and changing it to, "You don't have to fall asleep, but you can't stay latched on ... since your brother has to eat. Now hurry up, okay? I love you. Hurry up.") As I did laundry today, the bloodstains (which I was cool and pretreated last night) came out. Yeah, I'm the domestic laundry goddess. Just worship me as Allanna, user of Zout, cold water and All - Small and Mighty - Free. Or just Laundry Goddess Llanna. So, my Bri has had a bit of a hard time. Show her some love. And, if you're in Rexburg .. I don't know the name of the bridal shop she worked at, but if you're at one where there's a surly employee and it's owned by a husband and wife, loudy announce that your favorite employee was let go by some lapse of sanity. And even more loudly announce that you're taking your business elsewhere. Since the owners are obviously retarded and mental. And just plain punks. And really stupid. That really cooks my Grits. No matter who you are, you RESPECT my Bri. Dad C got his trailer to reside in while he's in training down south. It's going to be so weird without him around. Oh! Bruce has woken up!! Gotta jet!!
![]() Overheard about two months ago. - 2006-09-13
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