Don’t Tell

Okay, if you are going to read this post, you have to promise me that you will never tell Rachel about it. I don’t want to embarrass her. Of course if she embarrasses me enough times I might change my mind, but for now, no telling.

We we were hanging out downstairs lying on the bed watching the First Presidency Christmas Devotional on the computer last night. It was getting to be time for Rachel to go to bed, so I took off all of her clothes except for her diaper in anticipation of dragging myself off the bed to get her ready for bed. I was taking my sweet time, though, and Rachel got bored hanging out with us and went upstairs to play with Scout. She crawled into his kennel, but her diaper snagged on the latch, and as she tried to free herself, the diaper tore so that one side came loose. Rachel was not happy about her situation, and when I went upstairs to find out what the problem was she was crying a little, so I didn’t take a picture of her in the kennel, but after I freed her and got her out I had to take a picture because it was so funny.

Today I tuned the piano of a friend of mine, and Rachel came with me. My friend has a daughter and two little boys, and another little boy on the way. Her daughter, who is the oldest, is no longer super cooperative with getting her hair done, so she took advantage of Rachel head full of hair while I was working and gave her this cute do. (Hopefully this cute picture will make up for my misdeed of sharing a picture of Rachel’s bare bum.)

Last note: Jeff has some Wii Fits for sale if anybody has that on their Christmas wish list.