Six pairs of Underwear

Here's an excerpt from the last conversation of the night:

Ian: (coming out of his room) Mommy, my back hurts.
Amy: (sitting in chair) Your back hurts or your butt hurts?
Ian: (cuddling with Amy, in whiniest voice ever) My butt hurts.
Amy: You did a lot of pooping today.
Ian: Uh-huh.

Yeah, and all of his pooping was in his pants. It appears that he has forgotten how to move himself to the bathroom before he poops. He is now pooping and then moving to the bathroom. On the upside, I didn't feel much like eating lunch.

My New Hero For Cancer-Lance Armstrong

Paul Krimmage, a Sunday Times reporter, called Armstrong a "cancer." In Armstrong's press conference on Friday, February 13th, he put Krimmage in his place. You have to hear Armstong's level-headed, fair, cussing-out-without-cussing-out response to this jackass reporter.

The first 1:45 is the best but Armstrong also gets in a dig at the very end of the clip.

Watch the video here.

Too many people are affected by this horrible disease. We lost Grandma Jonnie. Grandma Jan and Grannie Annie survived. Most recently we lost Grandma Harris. I'm thankful for all the amazing Angels out there but it is still tragic. And for this reporter to compare a cancer surviver to a cancer....

Rice Cereal and Squash

It was a big weekend for Ella. She finally started eating rice cereal. She had 3-4 meals of that. Last night, she started on squash. Ella has figured how to make the spoon work. She evens want to feed herself. She's so independent. Except when she wants to be held, which is most of the time. It's a good time for all involved.

Rugby is just waiting for the Cheerios to start. It's been a long time since she has a quality, consistent source of food just laying on the floor for her to come and vacuum up.