ElizabethMT's blog

My Magic Butt-Scooter

From my regular blog at http://plasticsnappythings.blogspot.com/

Posted 2 yrs. ago.

Something In the Air

From my regular blog at http://www.plasticsnappythings.blogspot.com

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

So Much For Hallmark...

From my regular blog at http://www.plasticsnappythings.blogspot.com

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

Smile for the Camera, Now. Click. Click.

Yesterday, on our way home from Portland, Baby J was sleeping peacefully. Armed with this information, my father decided to take us all on a jaunt through the countryside, ostensibly to show my brother the country club my parents just joined. Supposedly, it's only six miles away, but it always takes about fifteen years to drive there for some reason. Not sure why. My father claims it only takes te…

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

Baby J Takes on the Zagat Guide

*Note: adapted from my regular blog, atÂ http://www.plasticsnappythings.blogspot.com/Â

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

Clearing the Streets

Â Note: in case anyone is interested, my new personal blog, which covers non-child-related things as well, is atÂ http://www.plasticsnappythings.blogspot.com/. Â I couldn't sleep last night, so instead I lay in bed, listening to the snow plow.

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

A Christmas Miracle

The day dawned dark and cold. Baby J woke up at about 6:45 and needed to be changed. As Freckles and I changed him, I looked out the window. It was dark, cold, and snowing. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. "It's snowing," I moaned at Freckles, "still."

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

CPS, Here I Come!

Today, Tuesday, was the day my parents' housecleaner decided to come. I say "decided," because my parents' housekeeper is somewhat mercurial. "She always comes," my parents told me, with a reluctance that hinted at their actual meaning. Which, in my understanding is that she does always come. But you never exactly know when that will be. And when she does come, you never really know what she'll do…

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

My "Home" and "Garden" Show

"Look! It curled!" I exclaimed in shock as I attempted, with dubious success, to employ scissors in order to curl the ribbon I had essentially tacked to the Christmas present we got for my parents. Freckles, who was lying on the floor next to Baby J while I wrapped, started to laugh. "You're like the anti Martha Stewart," he said, and then imitated me: "Look! It curled!"Â …

Posted 3 yrs. ago.

Wherein We Venture From the Frozen Deep

By this morning, the snow had stopped. I couldn't believe it, and after being basically housebound for the last two days, was eager to get outside. I was less eager when I learned it was 22 degrees outside. But determined nonetheless. So Freckles, Baby J, my father and I sallied forth to buy some essentials for tonight's dinner party at the Lamb's Grocery Store -- maybe a quarter mile from my pare…