If you’re reading in bloglines or google reader, you are not seeing the incredible mistake transformation of the blog that happened Tuesday-into-Wednesday when I hit ‘activate’ instead of ‘preview.’ Click on out of your reader and take a peek. I’m rather smitten with the smudgy, rustic-ish-ness of the whole thing. I’ve also updated the ‘about’ page photos and ‘the herd’ photos, if you’re into that sort of thing.
As things get tidy-ed up around here, please ignore any old posts that pop up as UPDATED in your readers. They are simply being re-categorized. There is usually a preference you can select in your reader that will not show you re-edits of the same post once it’s been published. That’s a good thing to befriend if you are a regular reader of mine. I’ve been known to fix spelling and spacing throughout the day. Welcome to my brain.
Now.
On Ry’s 2nd Christmas, the littlest Mulder cousins received their first Corolle doll from Gramma and Grandpa. Ry’s was able to get wet, which completely blew her little hilarious mind. For the first year, Baby (as she is known) was simply a guest in our home. No big thing. Ry had no serious attachment to pacifiers, blankets, babies, or other random items except a spatula (which is a much longer story).
I’m not sure when the planets shifted, but there came a day about a year after Baby’s initial arrival that rendered her an integral part of our family. I now have a daughter who cannot eat, sleep, ride in the car, or even walk without Baby attached to her.
Because of Baby’s special bath time ‘skin,’ she in un-mendable. Six months ago, Baby was injured in a freak chicken accident (which is bound to happen here at TexasNorth) and was stitched up. Later, the stitches pulled away from the non-cotton fabric and Baby began to lose stuffing. This caused a sympathetic reaction resulting in 2.7 hours of crying. Once I calmed down, I assured Rylie I. Could. Fix. This. I re-stuffed Baby and, in a flash of brilliance, I duct-taped her. Three days later, her leg suffered some wear and tear as well and was brought to the craft table for some therapy. Ry loves the tape, and her relationship with Baby has not diminished with Baby’s ailments. I would say, in fact, it has only made the two of them closer.
I’m happy to say Baby and Mamma Rylie are fine right now. Gramma Kate is thrilled with the role Baby has blessed Mamma Rylie with: Obsessive Caretaker Extraordinaire. Baby is fed, changed, and timed-out regularly. Baby attends her very own speech therapy and does the occasional fine motor exercises. Baby swings, rides in old car seats, and uses the potty regularly. It is because of Baby, I say with not a little sincerity, that Gideon is alive and relatively unharmed today.
Thank you, Baby. We love you.
You are welcome in our family.
