Randomness

So Ruthie randomly laughs and giggles at me throughout the day. I will place her on the changing table and she'll start laughing uncontrollably. Or, I'll be ready to feed her and sit her on my lap and she'll giggle away with her mouth open in a giant smile. Now, I've spent a lot of time with a lot of different babies over the years and have never experienced a laughing/giggling baby at 3.5 months. It makes me wonder what thoughts cross her mind. Either her mommy looks funny or she is thinking something hilarious.

At the age of 3.5 months, Ruthie girl is now over 16 pounds and has graduated into Pamper size 3 diapers. I happened to find a package of size 4 diapers in the closet the other day and tried them on Ruthie. They work well and do not leave imprints on her bottom from being too tight.

I decided to bring Kit to the vet today to have her nails trimmed. A thought of how wonderful it would be to have a vacation from Kit crossed my mind and I called Lawson to ask him what he thought about it. He agreed that we deserved a vacation from Kit and gave the go ahead. While I was waiting for Kit to be taken to her doggie friends, I happened to look inside of one of the examination rooms as the door opened. I saw a black sheep dog lying on the floor on top of some old towels and blankets. It's eyes were closed and it lay lifeless. The veterinarian was a thin young woman with black hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her eyes looked sad as she watched the dog's owners leave hurriedly out the door. A man and woman in their early 40's rushed past me sniffing loudly, eyes glassy and skin reddened. They exited out the front door and fast walked to the privacy of their car, where I imagined both of them exploded into painful heart wrenching sobs. This couple's dear companion had departed. What I had witnessed made it painful for me to say goodbye to Kit. The time spent with your pet is precious and here I was asking the vet to take care of ours while we relaxed at home without her. What was I thinking???

Realizing that it was a friend's birthday today, I called her on the phone and wished her a Happy Birthday. The conversation went something like this: Her: "I saw the picture you sent of your house. I hate you. It is so big." Me: That's not very nice to say." Her: "I don't mean it. I guess it is pretty nice on the inside too?" Me: "I guess you could say that." Her: "Andrew is going to speech therapy. He is very behind with his speech. I don't know what to do about it." Me: "Try reading books to him often and have conversations with him all the time." Her: "He won't sit for books. He hates them." Me: "Picture books are short. They don't take very long to go through. We have been reading Ruth "picture books" since before she was born." Her: "Well, he won't stay in one place." Me: "You have to implement structure and discipline into his life or he'll be out of control." Her: "Yeah, he has been out of control a lot, like at the park the other day."