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Ho Ho Hoo-Boy!

Ah...the holidays. Time for stuffing faces, stockings, and our butts into ever-shrinking clothing. Time for chaos and merriment...and senility. I, in my inifinite wisdom, wrapped my presents (being so proud that I was done with all my shopping...3 families worth since B hates to shop) that I cheerfully forgot one thing. You need to add To/From cards as you wrap. This gem dawned upon me after I unloaded all my presents into the study and noticed that I had no clue as to what was what.
So...this afternoon I had to do some re-wrapping, and my lovely Livi "helped." B brought her in from her nap, where she wanted Mama. After a while, I kept smelling something. B smelled it too...a nasty sulfur smell. He went and checked our pipes. Nothing. We checked Livi's diaper. Nothing. We checked Ethan's room for hidden turds and his undies. Nothing. What the heck is that smell?! I began to notice that when Livi would be near, we tended to smell it. Barrett remarked, "Maybe there's something there, but we just can't see it." That HAS happened before, and a later diaper change has startled me with a Ninja turd. I asked Livi if she needed a change and took her to her room. (I had asked earlier and she said No).She allowed herself to get a freshin' and then rolled over to inspect herself in the mirror. "See?" she said, "No poo-poo." Well! So I found myself saying, "I know. I'm sorry I doubted you."
I have the feeling she's going to be a fun teenager...
I just realized I still have no idea where that smell is coming from. Hope your holidays are full of surprises like mine undoubtedly will be.

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