August Eve

If you've been to our house, you know that we're using cloth diapers, and that they show up everywhere. They come in handy for lots of things...

as Sable can vouch.

Not sure what he was thinking. I just came upstairs and rounded the corner by the fireplace to see him like this on the couch. I think one of the diapers-turned-burp-cloth must have fallen on his head when he jumped on the couch to curl up for a nap.

The big news, however, is that in an impulsive moment, we called to discontinue the diaper service so that we could have the experience of washing our own. Why we asked the lovely people who drop off fresh-smelling diapers to our doorstep every Wednesday morning to stop doing so is something we are now, frantically, trying to figure out. But, after much research, we purchased our very own diapers. Encouraging comments only, please. We're still kinda standing on the proverbial ledge.

Maeve will be baptized this weekend, and we can only pray that she'll be the happy little angel we documented below when 2pm on Saturday rolls around.

Check back next week for the verdict.

I am finding myself singing little kid songs to Maeve during our summer days together. I've somehow tracked down "I've Been Working on the Railroad" in my memory, and also "I'm a Little Teapot" in which I substitute "maever" for "teapot." She really likes that one. The other day, I heard "Rockabye Baby" come out of my mouth, and I became somewhat horrified by the words I was singing. Think for a minute, to yourself, how the words go. I thought maybe Mike had worn off on me, and that I was making up random rhyming words to the melody, as he so charmingly does all the time. But that's just not like me, that kind of spontaneous creativity, so I googled the lyrics, and sure enough, there they were. A little disturbing, in my opinion.

What is the purpose of this lullabye? To warn small children of the dangers of wind? Hmmmm.

For the groupies, some pictures of Maeve's two most common activities:

stretching and hand-wringing.

Finally, around Belmont, the moths are trying to blend in to things. I've found a few in our closet... no good news there. This one I spotted on the front porch. I can see what he was thinking... same colors, and similar pattern... but unfortunately, not close enough.

He was visible from several feet away. Better luck next time. :-)