Ah, Saturdays

If you close one eye, and tilt your head to the right, you won't notice how blurry and grainy this picture is. I'm just trying to share Aftyn's head of curls - right out of the tub with her oil lotion in her hair, her curls look all cute and perky! After a few hours, the perk goes right out of them. But they are certainly cute while they last!

Reed and I have been dealing with an inevitability lately - our bathroom sink has become slower and slower to drain. Reed, having had no prior unclogging history, seemed a bit daunted by the task.

This morning he came home from the store, Draino in hand. Not wanting to waste money, I immediately popped on the internet, typed up how to unclog a drain, found a video on YouTube, watched the whole 2 minute video, and went and grabbed Reed by the hand.

We both went into our bathroom, where I did everything the video said to do, with the help of Reed. We had that drain clean and clear in 5 minutes flat! I was so proud of us!! And now we both know how to do it, so there's no need to wait until the sink is unusable to fix it. I love a quick and easy fix!

Also, wanted to share that Aftyn is already able to identify her nose thanks to a little game she and I like to play where we bump noses, poke noses and generally have fun identifying our noses. Odd, but very cute. I'll try and get it on video so we can share.

A Little Funny

I went into my bathroom this morning, only to find, while looking at the shower, that my can of shave gel had decided to empty all of its contents down the shower wall.

Wondering what could have happened, I played through many scenarios in my mind that involved Reed having a lot of fun spraying it out during his morning shower.

After looking at the can, I decided there must have been some defect in its make-up, but soon saw it was meant to be.

The scent: melon burst :)

Losing My Senses

This week has been more exciting than most. Not exciting in a good way, exciting in a "I've just learned more about myself" way.

I have been suffering from some incredible sinus pressure this week, due to a cold that Aftyn shared with me. I know, we've all been there.

With this sinus pressure, I have experienced a decrease in my sense of hearing. As in, everything has been muffled. INCREDIBLY annoying. Luckily, a few homeopathic eardrops, a few naps, and my ears felt SO much better. And my regular sense of hearing was regained. But then my sense of taste seemed to disappear.

I can't remember the last time I lost my sense of taste. I'm not sure if I ever have lost it. This week, I've learned my life is not worth living without the sense of taste. Without taste, any craving you have is worthless.

Chocolate has no taste, and therefore no pleasure can be derived from it.

You might say, "great way to lose weight!" Let me tell you, SO NOT TRUE!

I kept imagining that my nose was feeling better, and so to test my tastebuds would shove some tasty morsel in my mouth, only to be bitterly disappointed with no taste emanating at all. Rather, I could only sense saltiness and spices. Jalapenos only created heat emanating from the large muscle taking up room in my mouth, otherwise known as a tongue.

Let me sum up: Losing a few of my senses has helped me to further appreciate something we all take for granted. Next time you taste something fabulous, or hear something beautiful to your ears please remember my tale and be grateful. Someday you may not hear or taste such beauty.

Have you lost any of your senses lately?

A Little Video To Share

You Tell Me

Cuter while she sleeps?

Kind of a toss-up, huh?

Well?

Recently, I phoned a place of business to inquire after services they willingly provide.

I spoke with a gentleman who requested calling me later with more information. I gladly hung up, anticipating my return phone call.

A few hours later, my phone rang. I answered with my customary, "hello?", only to be

surprised by the voice I knew was said gentleman, asking me if he could talk to my mommy.

I thought for a moment how I should answer, and chose to answer honestly, "No."

My mom is in Texas, so he clearly couldn't talk to her.

After my reply, he spoke quickly, saying "Miss Bishop?" to which I laughingly answered, "yes".

How did I choose to salvage this funny mistake by this poor deluded gentleman?

After him apologizing profusely, I said, "well, that means I sound young, right? And that's a not

bad thing." Or is it?

I Have To Remember

To take off Aftyn's headband when she goes down for a nap, otherwise when I go in to get her up, this is what I see:

I love that she's trying to look around it. Too funny. Poor girl.