Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Courtney's Entertainment Plan


6 week old baby Courtney's got a good line up for the folks in church to keep 'em entertained during the service, and she tried out her tactics this past weekend in the cry room--which was fairly full this week I might add. Here are her strategies:

1.) Nurse loudly--must make slurping noises, too.
2. ) Sit up to burp, then immediately arf all over self causing the need for an outfit change on Mom & Dad's lap.
3.) Resume nursing but pause to fill pants. Be careful or someone might mistake you for a cappuccino maker in all its bubbling glory. Don't hold back now.
4.) Enjoy a diaper change. While lying down, urp again--this time all down the side of your head and leave a puddle for Mom to mop up & wipe out of your hair. Show everyone what you look like with half your hair dry & sticking up like a peacock while the other is wet and matted to your head. If they were any closer, they'd get a nice fragrant whiff as well.
5.) Once changed and cleaned up, let out a good rip-roaring fart that could put a grown man to shame.

Courtney's tactics must have worked well, because someone...(er um, Erin, nottomentionanynames) said "boy, that baby's got some gastrointestinal issues going on tonight."

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Deer and a Dilly...and All Kinds of Racks


Yesterday Nathan got to go with the guys to the Deer Classic. He was in heaven hanging out with Daddy, Grandpa Prestrud, Uncle Chad & Cousin Ethan. What could be better than guns and 16 point racks, huh? But it gets better...on the way home Grandpa P. got his usual craving for a Dilly Bar from D.Q. Teasing Nathan, Grandpa said he was only going to buy them for Abby, Emily, and Courtney. Nathan immediately piped up with "Courtney doesn't need one!"
"Why doesn't she need one?" Grandpa asked.
"Because my mom's got BOOBS!!!"

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Babies Don't Keep

Well...the kitchen floor hasn't been mopped in who knows how long, and the toilet's been collecting grime for weeks...but my dear friend Danielle sent me this poem that speaks to some of that...


Poem by Ruth Hamilton, October 1958

Mother, of mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,

Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up the bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery blissfully rocking!

Oh I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek a-boo).

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.

P.S. Thanks Danielle.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009