Mean Scarlett Deceiver

I actually put on a smidge of makeup the other day, and Andrew decided to get in on the action. He's big into smelling everything, like, say, brown eye shadow. I hope you can see what a lovely shade of lip stick he selected. I talked him out of the mascara.

He's also been enjoying drawing circles. He did this all by himself (the lines inside are his attempt at coloring it in). I know I'm a little biased, but I was really impressed! That's pretty much what my circles look like.

Elsbeth has had a better week as far as fussiness goes. We haven't gone many places, but she's only cried part of the time in the car (and has even fallen asleep!) She has high-maintenance times when she likens being set down to being set on fire, but I feel like we're getting more and more stretches when she's enjoying just looking around in her bouncey seat. She seems a lot more alert, and she sort of smiled at my torso yesterday. She has the most beautiful smile!

Rachel, you will be happy to know that this is a photo taken earlier today of Andrew helping prep my bathroom for hideous wall paper removal. Taking down the hideous wall paper in the other bathrooms was a piece of cake ... it's looking like this one is going to be beastly. Blast. (Please take note of the socks.)

We had a few days when the weather got rather chilly at night, and Andrew fell in love with this green blanket. He now carries it all over the house with him and wants it draped over him every evening even when it makes him sweat.

Which brings me back to the smelling thing. Really, he wants to smell everything, and then he wants me to smell it, too. I've had to smell that green blanket 10 times this week. Other things he's smelled (and asked me to smell) recently: Shiloh, outside brickwork in Decatur, Beeden, wooden food ... ahhh, my mind is going blank. There were so many more bizaro things.

Oh, and here I am with my Nib in the Moby wrap. It's pretty easy to tell there's a baby in there when she's hanging out, but when I've got her all bundled inside, it kind of looks like I'm pregnant really high on my body. I get some funny looks when I'm in public, but it's worth it. She loves that thing.

I debated posting this last picture, but it's funny and it's late and I'm a little loopy, so here goes. Look at what Precious has proudly stuck to the front of his shirt:

He found them in my bathroom and was desperately curious as to what they were. I wanted to be sort of honest, but as vague as possible, so I told him they were like giant band-aids. Well, that was all he needed to hear. He LOVES band-aids and decorates himself with them on a regular basis, so I shouldn't have been surprised that he decided to wear one. I had a good laugh and let him go around the house like that for a while, but when we were leaving to go to a friend's house, he really didn't want to give it up. I finally traded him two Spiderman band-aids for it.

(He found and wore another one a few days later and asked me politely not to laugh this time.)