Here's a picture of our adorably rotten child - probably pooping. It was at this moment that Uncle Steve declared himself the official photographer for the evening and claimed he did not "do" dirty diapers. Or any diapers for that matter.
So they did the next natural thing, gave Phoebe a bath. Leave it to my siblings to get creative with her hair in the tub. She seems to have an aversion to barrettes and bows so for the meantime, we have to settle for bubbles!
After bath time is over, we've created the habit of playing on our bed before getting pjs on. Don't mind the quilt - it's one Ryan's grandma made and we cherish deeply - it's just not usually on our bed. Pita peed on our quilt the night of the bad storms last week - which went through our quilt, sheets, mattress pad and pillow top - which is really another story in and of itself (we spent the majority of the weekend mattress shopping...) - by the way, she goes back to the vet on Tuesday for more review as the xanax hasn't worked and the pred seems to be only temporary in "fixing" her. Please keep us in your prayers in that situation. But I digress...back to playtime.
Once the pjs are on, it's time for stories and some milk before heading back upstairs to brush teeth and say our prayers.
Uncle Steve graciously stepped in once he was assured there would be no diapers to change. He's a sucker for her cute face, but who wouldn't be?! She's working on pointing out certain body parts - the one she's had nailed down for awhile now is her belly.
She loves books, just like Uncle Steve!
And for the first time in a long time, she slept through the night when someone other than mom or dad put her to sleep. We are SO grateful to have family in town who sacrifice their own social calendar so Ryan & I can keep our sanity. And Phoebe is SO lucky to have them BOTH close till Auntie Kate heads to Messiah in August. Yeah for the summer!
1 comment:
Love the Mohawk hair...looks like lots of fun! Love, Aunt Bonnie
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