Then we had a very pleasant bath time, involving (I'm happy to say) NO poopoo in the bath water (score!).
She still has the rash from that viral illness a week ago. It doesn't seem to bother her (or me, much).
Gosh I'm tired. I'm at 37 1/2 weeks now - supposedly only 2 and 1/2 weeks left to go before we meet baby Elliot. Although I've been getting the feeling lately that he may be early. I had assumed he'd be late, because Lucy was late.
But last night I definitely began to think maybe he won't wait these whole last 2 and 1/2 weeks. That would be fine by me, because I think he's probably already 7 pounds.
The plumbers are coming the first weekend in December - did I tell you that? I wish they were coming before Elliot's guess date, but no. So I guess we'll have a newborn when they're drilling down into the floor of all the bathrooms, the hallway, and the kitchen. At least all those floors will be in tact around Elliot's birthing time - that's an up side.
Lucy loves playing with the faucets. That's how my cell phone met it's end, actually - in the empty bath tub, when Lucy delighted herself by showering it with the cold water faucet.
It was short sighted of me to let her wander off with my cell phone in the first place. I figured the toilets were all closed, so I was safe. I underestimated her.
