Saturday, December 22, 2007

Merry Christmas!!!

We are off for our Christmas travels so here's wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and a very happy New Year!!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Sanitizing Wipes Are on Aisle 7

While in Wal-Mart the other day a very nice lady and her 4-year-old son approached Claire's stroller with excitement in their eyes.

VNL: Oooooh look Armando, a baby!!

Armando: runs over to take a peek and immediately starts "petting" Claire's hand.

Me: Quietly calculate how many invisible germs must be on Armando's cute little fingers.

VNL: He just loves babies. He can't get enough of them.

Me: smile sweetly as I reluctantly allow Armando to get his baby fix.

Armando: looks up proudly at me and announces, "Guess what??? My rash is all gone now!!"

Me: Uh . . .(pull stroller towards me) . . . wow . . . (grab for a baby wipe) . . . that's great, Armando. You must be so . . . er . . . relieved.

I feel like I've written this blog before. Am I becoming a germaphobe? I mean, I know germs are out there and to try to shield Claire from all of them is silly. I also know she needs some germs to maintain a healthy immune system blah, blah, blah.

That said, I still don't understand why people have to touch her hands and face when they greet her. Don't they know that her hands go right in her mouth?

Anyone know where I can purchase one of those plastic bubbles?
Or is that too extreme? ;o)

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


I was cleaning out Claire's diaper bag after church the other day and found this:This makes me shudder for two reasons.

First? Because it's gross. Nicely manicured, sure. But gross.

Second? Because I couldn't help but empathize with how it must have felt when that poor unknown soul reached into the bag to get a new diaper and SNAP-O!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go sanitize said bag.

Monday, December 3, 2007

A Clean Debate

The other night Michael and I were getting ready for bed. In our usual fashion, we were engaged in a random debate about absolutely nothing important. It went something like this:

Me: (washing my hands) Ahhh . . . nothing like freshly cleaned hands, huh?

Michael: You wouldn't think you'd need to do that since you just finished washing Claire.

Me: Washing Claire? Don't you mean bathing Claire?

Michael: Wash? Bathe? Same thing.

Me: Yeah, but you don't bathe the dishes do you? I wouldn't bathe my car. Just because the meaning is the same, doesn't mean that you should use the words interchangeably.

Michael: You could, I suppose.

Me: I think you only bathe living things like dogs, babies or yourself. You wash non-living things like dishes and cars.

Michael: Well, you just washed your hands. I'm pretty sure those are living things.

Me: Well . . . er . . . hmmm

Michael: Don't you wash a mouth out with soap?

Me: Sigh. I suppose you're right. But I did bathe Claire.

So what's the rule here? And how is it that all of us managed to know the rule instinctively without a formal lesson on wash vs. bathe? Well, I guess not all of us know the rule, Michael still thinks I washed Claire.