A dangerous activity

Daycare Lady: "Hi, it's not an emergency, but we're calling to let you know your child broke out in a rash from the Cool Whip."

Me: "The...Cool Whip."

DCL: "It's not bad, he just has red splotches all over his face. They're already fading."

Me: "Wait, Cool Whip?"

DCL: "Well, yes. You can come check him out, if you want."

Me: "Lady, you're telling me the most nommable baby in the universe is covered in a delicious whipped topping. If I come over there, I MIGHT EAT HIM."

In the flowerbed

Retreat

Over the weekend, Micah and I traveled to Red Boiling Springs, Tennessee to visit with most of the women from my mother's side of the family. My grandmother, mother, two aunts, sister, and cousin all spent the weekend catching up, getting massages, and eating some pretty terrific food WE DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK OURSELVES. It was awesome.

We stayed at the Armour's Hotel, built in 1924, and although it's a little run-down these days, it's a neat place. The new owners are just starting to refurbish and redecorate, and they're incredibly nice people. I don't know that I'd recommend the place if you have more than one person in a room, but if you're all staying in separate rooms, it's pretty cool.

Anyway, a few photos:

Over the Weekend

A bit earlier than expected, but Little Opie is here. Go forth and congratulate her proud parents!

Anthony and Heather, she's beautiful. I'm so happy for you.

Springtime

Everything is blooming.

Everything. This is why I can't breathe.

What does one do when one is sneezing and snorting and trying to recover from the Attack of the Killer Trees?

Why, Baby Torture, of course!

Kiddo, this is totally payback for yesterday's Poop Intervention. I'd say we're even.