Gifts = Success!

Kathy loved her scarf, and now insists that Alex gets a matching pair of pants. I'm not sure if I have enough of the Kermit fleece left for a full pair of pants, but I could probably appliqué a Kermit face to the butt or something. When Kathy opened her gift, Miranda looked really sad, she didn't have much to open right then. It was a good 20 minutes before she got to open her scarf, and it took a lot of willpower for me not to scream at Dawn "Just give her the damn present already!!!" So, when she finally got it, she never noticed her scarf was kind of wacky & twisted. How could she have noticed when it was either wrapped around her neck, or being rubbed on her face from the time she unwrapped it? So yeah, she liked it a lot, and seemed pretty thrilled that I would make something for her. Ryan got to open the goodie box, and immediately put one of the peanut butter bon-bons in his mouth. He tried to shove the box under his gifts, but he was caught, and was told they were to share.
Another good thing is that Ryan doesn't freak out as much anymore about me BF'ing Alex. I think he's figured out that I'm going to do it when it needs to be done, no matter where I am. Of course, this is getting more difficult, since Alex has figured out that *shock!* there is a world beyond the boob, and he wants to see it.

Alex got a book from Kathy, which he loves... And also his first taste of wrapping paper, which he also loves.

He was not so happy when I took it away, though...

So, he had to get a new present to nom.

We were supposed to go to Holly's Christmas party, but, when we got home, we decided to take a nap, and totally missed the party starting time. We didn't want to be there too late, and we had TJ for the weekend. After hearing Heather's recap of the party, it's a good thing we didn't bring TJ along. The Yankee swap was full of gifts that would have puzzled TJ to no end. Such as the inflatable sheep that was subsequently brutalized by most of the males at the party. Or the '1001 sex positions' book that Heather acquired. Or the fat squirrel statue (Which Heather said had no purpose other than to sit there, and look fat and cute. Everyone wanted it, of course, and much thefting took place.).
Now, we get to make dinner on Christmas for my mom & her Santa-boyfriend. This should be interesting.

I Love Me Some Boobies!

If you're on Facebook, and you love boobies (specifically, babies on boobies) then you should JOIN THIS GROUP! Just sayin'.

I chose to upload this picture, but I didn't caption it. I just didn't know what to write. What could say more than the photo already shows?

In other news, we had a visit to the "vet" (What GW calls the Dr's :P). We couldn't see Dr E, she's out caring for her mother, who is (sadly) dying. We saw the flaky NP. We asked about Alex's rash, because we'd done everything, and nothing was helping.

Turns out, he has a yeast rash. WTF? I've never even had an infection, and there were no other signs anywhere else. Alex's mouth was clean (no thrush), and there was none on my nips, either. Since TJ only had a rash like, twice, EVER, I was pretty much at my wit's end with this. She gave us a script for some super-yeast-killer, because she said it was too bad for OTC treatment. Damn.

Well, it works. Last night we slathered it all over his bum, bits, and the backs of his knees, because he had it there, too. (I chose to stick him in a disposable for this event.) It looked so much better this morning. He's sleeping now, with the same thing we did last night. I'm hoping that it clears up soon.

She said it generally goes away in a couple of days, and I was skeptical, but seeing it work overnight makes me think she isn't totally loopy. She also told us we didn't need to treat the cloth diapers, just wash 'em the way we had been. She CD'd her kids when they were small, and she was really impressed with the fitteds & babylegs I had made, and she positively cooed over the Fishnoodles cover. She said she was jealous, and wished she'd had a couple "back then", and the leggings were "brilliant!".

I think I hear a Bibbit fussing... and after looking at all the pictures of babes and babies, my boobs would love to feed him.