Now, the "uh oh". Ellie has been having tummy time--what baby doesn't?--and she hasn't been all that thrilled with it--again, what baby is?--past the five minute mark. Today we put her down on her tummy and I was off in the kitchen cooking. She began fussing and when B went to check on her, she had not only managed to propel herself halfway across the surface on which she was lying, she was now lying on her back. On. Her. Back!!! Now, I know it was certainly an accident, but geezy peezy, the baby's only 10 weeks old!
In other news, we were supposed to be heading to the 'burg tomorrow for the holiday weekend. But, we don't want to kennel Waylen. He's stressed out enough as it is with his illness without the added stress of the resort. I gave the two pooches haircuts the other day, and the extent of Waylen's illness has become apparent. His hair is turning white, and falling out. He has patches all along his back that are almost bald. He has just about licked all the fur off his paws and his skin is turning dry and flaky. This cancer is a rough thing.
He has his good days--like today. He's obviously feeling pretty good, prancing around and seeking attention, but he's still not his old self. If you had told me back in December he would still be with us in July, I would have scoffed at you. I gave him two weeks, a month tops, and yet, here he is. Silkies are tough little beasties. I can tell his lung is pretty much gone as his breathing is quite wheezy and labored at times. I just don't know what we're going to do without this little guy, he's been a part of our lives forever. :sigh:
Because we won't be going to Blacksburg, I won't get to pick up the beet pickles Liss made today and has for us. Mm. She is a canning pro. I can't tell you how many summers I spent in a hot kitchen canning with Lissie. There were cherries, grapes--made into jelly, tomatoes, tomato sauce (I can clearly remember chopping green peppers for the sauce whilst listening to Roy Orbison sing "Only the Lonely", chopping in time to the music), peaches, bread and butter pickles and more.
Oh, and there was the time we used the big ole copper cauldron to make apple butter at Granny Tess's. That was an all day family affair with everyone taking turns stirring the apples with the big wooden paddle. Of course, the apple butter was canned as well, and it made some wonderful fried apple pies. Boy did I have an awesome childhood, full of fantastic memories. I hope to be able to do the same for my girls. :o)
3. Ellie's new trick.
4. Lily has been doing a spectacular job keeping her room and the playroom clean.
5. The rest of the gPants and cloth inserts arrived today. We're ready to go with this cloth diapering thing. :o)