explosions and events

So there we were...

Dorothy Kate was dress in her new, fluffy, satin, WHITE blessing dress...equiped with a lovely bow I made her and some cute satin shoes. Just a little doll, I tell ya, a little sweet doll. After Trace gets done doing the sweetest blessing I've ever heard he brings her back to me and informs me that the little doll thinks it is time to eat.
So I do my thing and she does hers. A few minutes to a half hour later we are back in church. Luckily my dear dad is there and he, of course, wants to hold the little precious lady of the hour. I do as any good daughter would do and pass her to him.
A few seconds to a minute later I hear a gurgling and a bubbling.

First thought: PLEASE don't get on the dress!! I haven't taken pictures yet.
Second thought: Nice out.
(thoughts may have been simultaneous...or vise versa)

I look over and my dad pulls Dotti away from him and *"stuff" is everywhere.
My dad's shirt....check.
My dad's suit coat....check.
My dad's slacks....check.
The bench....check.
The floor...check.

*I say "stuff" cause I was in church and I'm not allowed to say that other word while attending.

Then a miracle happened. I looked at her dress....and NOTHING. Just a hint of "stuff" on her bloomers. A miracle I tell ya.

THEN: Exit Tara holding the baby as far away from her as possible.
A few seconds later: Exit Jim (Tara's dad) holding a blanket in front of him, covering the ish.

Luckily he had a change of clothes in the truck.

Good story Hansel.

As for other news: I got a job. I am an elementary computer teacher. (no spelling involved) It's lovely. The kids are hilarious. One class brought me cookies but as they were handing it to me one of the little girls whispered, "I wouldn't eat them because ZACK sneezed right into the dough!" Nice...

I accidentally told them that my nick name was T-Lizzle...which was a HUGE mistake.
I told them that "It's MRS. T-Lizzle to you!"
Therefore, my new name around the school is MRS. T-Lizzle.
It's only Part time so I'm not away from my kiddoes TOO much. Just 5 hours. I love it so far. Who knows, maybe the PE teacher will get into a freak gasoline fight accident and then I'll just have to take his spot...

peace out. word to your mother.

MRS. T-Lizzle