You know what's funny? Babies farting. Seriously. You'd think they'd be small-sounding because they come from such small people, but they sound just like everyone else's gas. It's an especially funny way to wake up in the morning. Lesson learned? No more broccoli for me. Poor Gabbie.
Aaron is being very sweet this week, and is once again proving just how great of a husband and father he really is. One of the ways he's trying to be sweet, though, is sneaking candy into my purse so I have a treat for work. This is very nice, and appreciated while I'm snarfing down the daily candy bar, but I'm also trying to lose weight. This is not helping. However, how can anyone be expected to say no to chocolate?
Tomorrow my mom and sister are coming to visit and they're going to babysit Gabbie while Aaron and I go out on a date. Our first alone time since the end of May! We're planning to go see The Dark Knight and maybe grab a bite to eat. I'm feeling mixed about this because of how much I've missed Gabbie while at work this week, but am also realistic that we might not have alone time again any time soon. So we're taking advantage of it, after which I'm sure we'll rush home to smother our little girl with kisses.
Quick question: anyone have a good fix for cracked heels? I've never had this problem before, so I don't know why it's happening to me now (I blame hormones. For everything.). I've tried a pumice stone in the shower followed by some lotion when I get out, but they're not getting any better. Any suggestions?
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Yay for post-baby date nights! It's nice to go out, but it's always so wonderful to come home, too.
I swear by this stuff: http://www.freemanbeauty.com/portal/store/store.asp?nProductID=18479
You can get it at Meijer, Wal-Mart...any major department store. I don't know what kind of lotion you're using, but this really works...at least for me! Hormones are the devil, aren't they?
Have fun tomorrow night!
(And baby farting...OMG it's a riot. Andrew can really blow 'em.)
Baby farts ARE funny. They crack me up, anyway. Dahlia likes to toot when I hold her up for "Super Baby" - it's quite hysterical. When she was smaller she would be working so hard on her tummy during tummy time that she would toot then too - that was REALLY funny. :)
Date nights are A VERY VERY GOOD THING. Lap up those free babysitters when you get them!!
I have cracked heels since being pregnant too - pooey. I think the only solution is PEDICURE!
Glad you're getting in some non-farting-baby time!
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