Ode to a Vacuum or Love Sucks

So I couldn't decide which title I liked best : ) I will begin by thanking Mrs. Lars King. My carpet has never looked prettier or felt fluffier. To my family, all I want for Christmas this year, even if everyone pools their money and I get nothing else and I don't get anything for my birthday next year or a Christmas present next year either...ALL that I want is a Dyson vacuum. How I love you Dyson vacuum. I cannot begin to express the the love that I have for this machine and for the owner who allowed me to borrow of it. I was beyond frustrated with our pathetic little Target vacuum and thought I would borrow a real woman's vacuum from a friend. It was amazing! I will not be able to vacuum my carpet again until I have one. This bad boy can CLEAN. Oh and to top it all off, the wimpiest of babies, Miss Reagan Allure herself didn't cry while I was vacuuming. She just followed us around and was not bothered at all by it's gentle whirring!!! (Deep breath)

Ok, now that I have that off my chest. Here are some photos from our Lake Powell trip. I have been procrastinating and it's been a while but here they are. (Oh and PS - buy a Dyson.)

She loved the water and was very intrigued with this rock.

Of course she tried to eat it, sand and all.

Uncle Dan and Reagan

Momma and Baby

So strong - the 'rents

I couldn't believe it but she fell asleep while we were riding in the boat.

It's like she just couldn't handle all the excitement and had to have a nap.

I feel that way sometimes : )

POOP Soup!!

Ok, I have to blog about this. Let me start by saying this is a first for our family. Yesterday night Eric was giving Reagan her bath. I usually sit in the bathroom with them but I had gone in the other room to brush my teeth. I hear Eric laughing and he says "it's so funny, she's gassy and is making lots of bubbles!" So I walk back into the bathroom just in time to see Reagan's face get all red and for Eric to say "Uh-oh, she's pooping!" And sure enough, that's exactly what she was doing. So...ok...there's definitely no stopping this once it has started and I thought to myself "ok well better out than in". So at this point Eric has moved the baby to the other side of the tub. Why we didn't take her OUT of the tub is still beyond me! Well I thought that scooping this little poopy out was going to be no big deal. Um WRONG! I initially try to scoop it out with a baby wipe and it proceeds to crumble to pieces. GREAT! Now it's in little bits all over the place and Reagan starts kicking and swirling it about. Yep, she's STILL IN THE TUB! So I have Eric take her out but she has crap (haha) on her but he wraps her in her towel anyway. I guess I don't really know what I wanted him to do, maybe hold her in the air above the tub??? Ok, so I try to get the poop out again but this time I tackle it with paper towels. Let me just say that trying to chase poop around a bathtub with a paper towel is a BAD idea. The force of the water being pushed in front of the paper towel just pushed the poop away, further stirring the feces and ultimately resulting in Poop Soup. At this point I am so freaked out and disgusted that I am gagging like a pregnant girl brushing her teeth. I finally resort to just draining the tub and letting all the poop go down the drain. What else is there to do??? I still don't know how else I should have handled it. So I have to frantically rinse out the tub and then Lysol wipe it down so that I can stick the baby back in it and rinse the feces off of her since she was practically swimming in it. My little poop baby. She was none too happy about having to be rinsed off again and then re-dried. Not to mention that I have to sanitize all the toys that she had in there with her. Ugh! I've often wondered if this was ever going to happen and now it has. We've been inducted into the poop tub club. I can't say that I'm happy about it but it does make for a pretty funny story. Just thought I'd share.......