Pictures of April(ish) here.
We made an epic trip to IKEA last week which involved the purchasing of birthday gifts for a certain 2 year old. Within about five steps from the car I felt something splat on my flip-flopped foot. Yes, it was baby poo. Thank you Emma for exploding through your diaper and saturating the strap of your car seat enough for it to drip out the other side. Andrew changed the diaper while I proceeded to use at least 20 wipes to clean off the car seat. I won't soon forget that awesomeness.
The smoke detector in our apartment is in tip-top shape. After our downstairs toilet overflowed (again) and I was sopping up the water from the floor (again), I was reminded of the tortillas in the toaster oven by the distinct burning smell wafting from the kitchen. Upon entering said kitchen I was greeted by smoke billowing from the toaster oven and two corn tortillas completely burnt and on fire. Not knowing if there was grease in the toaster oven, my first reaction was to move nearby papers and blow, hard, to put out the fire instead of throwing water in there. This caused the fire to grow at first, but eventually did go out. I'm not sure if it was my blowing that helped or the fact that there was nothing left of the tortillas to burn. Either way, fire was gone, but smoke was now headed upstairs to the smoke detector and sleeping Emma. Needless to say, she woke quickly. After opening all windows, the girls and their shaking mommy sat outside for a while, enjoying the night air and then a visit to our friend a few doors down. Our apartment smells a bit like a campfire, but the candles are working their magic. And we have a pretty cool smoke detector. It talks to you and lets you know when you need to evacuate.
Alice is officially 30 pounds and in the 86th percentile for weight. Length is in the 49th percentile and her head circumference (shocker) is in the 85th percentile. She's got a big head--for all her brains, of course. On the "Weight for Recumbent Length" chart, she's in the 94th percentile. She in the growing phase I like to call "porking out" before she grows a bit taller.
Emma's four month visit to the doctor is next week, but I suspect she's quite the opposite of her sister. Except for head circumference. Apparently our children have big heads. Emma, however, is mostly petite. Small hands, small feet, long and thin. But we'll have official stats on Monday. She has also now slept until 6 or 6:30 for two nights in a row. This makes mommy and daddy exceedingly joyful.
But now it's almost 10PM and my neck (with a giant knot in it) is telling me to take a hot shower and go to bed. And I will listen.
