not again...

These past few weeks have been very busy. Our cheeky little monkey is doing great at nursery. We're always getting positive reports. So, that is a good thing.

Now- why did I put Not again as the title??? Well, Mr. Winston
has, once again, eaten something that was not a food. This time he managed to find a kneehigh stocking (either from my hamper, or he climbed in the dryer) and eat it. Yep... surgery again for Winston..


He is well, and will be allowed home on Monday.

poo in a shoe

My aunt Mabel was an awesome lady. I didn't know her real well, but from everything I've been told, she was quite a lady. She married my grandfathers brother during WWII, and was a Navy wife for years- living from here to Italy. Why did she come to my mind tonight? Well, she had a little saying. "poo in a shoe".
Now, don't go running off screaming thinking that I came across poo in a shoe, but quite the opposite.. pee in a shoe.
The little monkey does not let me change her at the moment, as there are better things for her to do. Anyway, I change a nasty one and sometimes I let her air her little butt off. She also loves to walk around in my shoes. What happens? you guessed it. I hear a little whine and see a puddle surrounding her, with the deepest puddle being in my new crocs flipflops.
So, as I sit here typing, I'm also trying to look up how to clean/ disinfect my shoes. Any ideas, please let me know!