Our Lopez Family

Last week I had the annoying task of getting a copy of Sloane's birth certificate. Normally something like that will take all day and I was not looking forward to it. While waiting my turn, I started people watching and Sloane did too. One woman came in with her long-haired son and Sloane kept loudly asking "Is that a girl mom?" I tried to quiet her down, but my shooshing only annoyed her and made her repeatedly ask louder. Then, as soon as Sloane had dropped the subject, a woman sat next to us with a teeny tiny baby in tow. We started talking and she said he'd been a preemie and was born two months early and his due date actually wasn't for another week. Watching him gurgle and squirm I started thinking how maybe another baby someday might be something to consider.

This is a far stretch for me, because I don't think all babies are adorable like the large majority of women. I also don't particularly like a lot of kids, and get kind of creeped out by them. In used to but, after one too many experiences with rotten children when I worked as a nanny I'm not programmed that way anymore. Well, Sloane must have sensed something because right at the moment I was romanticising another baby in my mind, she lifted her dress and yelled "Mom, there's something in my butt!" When I turned to look at her, I saw she didn't have on any panties and was flashing the entire room! Sloane has a thing about panties - she hates them and is constantly taking them off without my knowledge. I dropped everything, jumped and yelled "Sloane! Put your dress down. You don't have any panties on!" I was mortified! I wrestled her out of the room, down the hallway and into the restroom where I found a tiny leaf stuck to her little butt cheek. When we got back to the waiting room, people were still snickering. I believe that was Sloane's way of letting me know that she is the queen bee and I had better not be considering a sibling! So, for now, I will be sticking with dogs.

Here's a shot of Miss P. exerecising with me at Red Rocks. She can't hang like she used to, but she still gives it her best!