A few appliques make these old towels into really cute bibs.
Bug just wrote her first word.
BUG WROTE HER FIRST WORD, BABY!
Papa! For Papa Gary, my father in law. I couldn't believe my eyes. I watched her do it while we sounded out the word. I thought she was going to scribble like usual, but then she busted out real letters! After which, I melted onto the floor into a shimmering pool of Proud. Then I reformed back into solid human form and told Bug how amazing she was. Then I melted again.
Now back to your regularly scheduled blog.
Bibs. Let's recap the situation. I love these bibs. They cover every inch of the front side of a baby. They absorb spills. (Spills? That sounds so nice, like a commercial. The scenario I'm referring to is something like: "I'm gonna smash this avocado all over my body until it finds my mouth"). I can treat them like dirty old threadbare towels in the laundry. I didn't buy a new bib at the store. I re-purposed an old item saving it from the landfill. It's worth repeating: I love these bibs! And my Mom.
Big ole rusty, trusty work-truck recap: Cupcakes and strawberries for the softer sided twin:
To be fair, here's the cupcake recap:
And here we have the bibs in action (Dee, my gentle little lady. And Bex, yes, you are king of the high chair):
P.S. I hope to post a biblical rending of the bibs video someday. If anyone has any idea what I'm talking about, let me know in comments. I'll feel less like a lone Fruit Loop in a milky sea of smart multigrain Cheerios.
Post post script. To all my followers, commenters and lurkers-Thank you!
I love words. (Except for the one I told Jana. And a few others I can't remember right now, but I'll be sure to diligently report to Jana as soon as I do, for I'm quite certain she's waiting with bated breath). For instance, the other day, Debbie said "recalcitrant". Pioneer Woman said "dejected". Relyn said "complacencies". Fantastic words, all! Some of my favorites are tempest, pulchritudinous, inadvertently, sanction, repose, succor and so many others. Aren't they lovely the way they sound? I even love the way they look typed. I love to put words together into sentences, which is part of the reason I blog. The fact that you read my words, undeterred by the reckless, haphazard sentences, , the alarming disregard for grammar rules, and the on-again-off-again relationship I have with topic monogamy, it tickles me to no end. Thank you!
Post post post script. And thanks for saying sweet things about my kids too (who are the other reason I blog).