Like toys that come to life when their child leaves the room...
Like a baby that makes sure she only does mom's favorite cute thing when the camera isn't on her...
Like all those unknown Big Foots that come out of hiding behind the trees at the end of Harry and the Hendersons....
...are all my friends (and Heather's) who read my blog and don't comment!!! Ok ok, I know a couple of those analogies were really bad, but I think you get the feeling. I KNOW some of you who read the blog, I hear about you, but somehow the proof of you reading blogs appears on Heather's blog or not at all! Are you afraid you're spying on me? Um, welcome to the blogworld. I'm on the internet, guys.
:):):)
I'd love to hear from you!
Not much to report here, other than Georgie's first rocket poop, executed without a diaper. Left the nursery a disaster area with caution tape, but her butt surprisingly clean.
6.18.2007
Strange Phenomenon
Posted by Hayley Hays at 8:19:00 PM Permalink
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Hayley,
I'm a friend of Heather's we went to Paris together a few years ago!
I admit, I've been spying on your blog! But Georgie is just so cute!!!!!
Thank you SOO much for all your wonderful posts!!!
(they're helping me prepare for my Godson's arrival ANY day now!)
Heather is SO Blessed to have such a wonderful sister!!
Hahaha! Nice, Hayley. ;-) I should try writing that on my blog and see if I get any responses!!
LOL!!! George did a Big One, eh? Hehe!! Don't let the lack of comments discourage you from posting. :-)
Okay, you probably don't want ME to be commenting, but I will. I just LOVE your blog, Hayley.
This post, the end of it, was rather graphic for my tastes, though. Eeww. :)
i'm not able to comment for some reason as "hershpinkmeow" so i never do (i have a hershpinkmeow blogger, but i really don't know why i can't use the account to comment on your site. it's really annoying!) :) so anyway, i'll use this one and say, yes, i check here all the time and i have tried to leave long comments (even before georgie was born, i might add) but it never goes through!! thank you for posting all the pictures and tidbits of life. i know what's taking place over there is like magic. but better than magic b/c it's all the Lord's blessings. there's nothing like a first baby... all the wonder and confusion and laughter. :) enjoy it! i know you are a big huge blessing to matt and heather!
Oh , Hayley , I feel the same way.. I have people commenting in person to me about my blog but they never write anything.... I'm sorry that I haven't commented more about your FANTASTIC blog. You definitely have a knack for writing.. :-) I think it's wonderful that you can spend a month with your new niece and Heather and Matt..How is the weather up there right now anyway?
By the way,,.. this is Heather's friend Melissa... hahaha!
Tell Heather that Olivia did an exploding poop once and I was cleaning up the nursery for 2 days after that.....that was the worst! ( but kinda funny too)
Cheers!
hi hayley.
just a little comment love for you...
:)
-a^2 (just like you taught me)
hehehe, O how widespread is the internet-depression-because-nothing-changed-since-two-minutes-ago syndrome!!!
Enjoy your visit there as Auntie Hayley!!!
Hey Hayley, I'm a new spy to your blog, but from the little I've seen, you have another devoted reader. :) So glad to have met you. Hopefully we'll see you in church on Sunday! :)
-Gillian Giles
Rocket poop! Spoken like a true astrophysicist! You know she gets that from her father...
I was all alone. Todd and his parents had gone to visit Ryan and Debbie down in San Diego for a couple of days. It was my first time taking care of Matt with no one else around. We had an improvised diaper changing table on the wet bar downstairs so I wouldn't have to climb the stairs as often. Matt's diaper was off and his legs were up in the air, wiggling and kicking. He was so cute. All of a sudden there was an explosion of poop! It was just everywhere--including the pretty wallpaper and the carpet.
Oh, yes, I know all about Rocket Poop!
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