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Sour Diapers

March 2, 2007

I’m trying to think of a special way to tell my husband that I appreciate all those little things he does for me. You know, those little things that let me know my sweetheart is thinking of me. For example, just this morning my dear, sweet, wonderful and caring husband handed me the baby and ske-daddled out of the door before I could discover the special, hidden and very stinky “gift” included with that baby!

I can’t complain too much, since Tim has been taking care of Gabe each evening so I could rest my ankle. Somehow I had injured it a couple of weeks ago and with all my twisting and shimmy-ing I managed to re-injure it. Do you know how hard it is to ice your ankle AND change a baby’s diaper? At the same time?

I’m quite thankful that today is Friday, because it means tonight starts a weekend with just me, Timmy and the baby. Our roads are completely ice-covered at the moment so I doubt we’ll have any visitors or make plans to go anywhere,… which means my darling Timmy will have nowhere to hide from the dirty diapers:)

(I’m not enjoying that. Really.)

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  1. Timmy permalink
    March 5, 2007 2:52 pm


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