We have been super busy since our last post. We had Slane's baptism, the end of school, the college's reunion, my orientation for my summer camp job, switching piano lessons to a summer schedule, trying to find a toddler friendly apartment, and grandparents visiting, and on top of all of that our internet connection moved out (congrats on graduating, but I wish you could have left your connection behind). I have tried to take Slane to the college library, but she "talks" too much, and it closes at 5. Q came home one day at lunch so I could run over and take care of a few things (both my MI and NV teaching licenses expire in a few weeks, so I had to do application stuff). And I have also borrowed a friend's connection, but don't want to overuse it. As soon as I start my new teaching job we can get our own.
We will get pictures up soon--of baptism and other things going on.
Slane has been getting better and better at holding rattles and grabbing things. But on Thursdsay, she figured out something else new. I was feeding Slane when she decided to poop. I could feel it oozing out of the diaper so I ran upstairs to the changing table, only to discover that I had a handful of poop, it was running down my shirt, and I got it all over the changing table too. I got my shirt off, Slane's clothes off, and the rag I was holding that caught some of the poop, and then Q called. I told him he needed to come home NOW. He did, and while I was starting to clean up some more, Slane rolled over onto her right side on the changing table. I moved naked baby to the floor on a blanket and she just kept rolling to her back and then to her right side. I was so excited and Q made it home in time to see for himself. Then as he was in the process of changing out of work clothes while I started hosing things down (so glad we got that shower attachment sprayer), Q picked her up while only wearing boxers. She proceeded to both spit up and pee on him...so he went straight to the shower and Slane went straight to a bath. And then, she was still hungry.
We also took her on her first road trip last week, and I am typing this while on our second trip. Last week we celebrated our 5th anniversary by taking Slane to our friends' inn in Illinois. She did pretty well in the car and let us know when she needed to stop. I have become very adept at using the breast pump in strange bathrooms, and have given up on modesty, especially when it is difficult to find an outlet, or it is right in the middle of the sinks and mirrors. She did well on the drive to Kansas City yesterday too, and even slept well in a hotel room. All of this should prime us for the trip to Michigan in July. And help us to pack too--it takes a lot to go on a trip with a baby...we even busted out the ginormous diaper bag, and then packed backups for it as well.
I promise those pictures will be up soon...so you can see the cuteness we have been enjoying.
