No, it’s not a new Reece word. It’s a Scott Riddle word and it means “blog dork.” That’s what he calls me when he sees me reading/writing blogs. He’s the one checking our stats to see if we’re cool!
Anyway, I need a good term for someone who is addicted to raiderpower.com, break.com (he’s even finding pranks to pull on me at this site), and fantasy baseball. Any suggestions?
…because this has been cracking us up for a while now. Scott likes to check our blog stats, you know, to see how cool we are. I really don’t know how we measure up because I don’t know how many hits other blogs get, but I know we’re not near as cool as Matt C because he mentioned once that he gets like a billion hits on his. Anyway, the stats just let us know how many hits we get in a day and what links are used to get to our blog. So, remember when I wrote about Reece’s bright green poop after Scott so proudly gave her blue Mountain Blast Powerade? Ha – we’re getting all kinds of views from people using search engines to look up “green poop.” I mean, at least one every day. So Scott googled “powerade and green poop,” and our blog entry about Reece comes up second on the list (I’m not sure why anyone would really google that, but whatever). Anyhow, our claim to fame is GREEN POOP! Couldn’t be more proud.
This also makes me realize there are more people like Scott Riddle out there who plug in a symptom on a search engine to diagnose themselves with various, crazy diseases. I thought my Scott was the only one.
Today we pulled out Reece’s shorts and sunglasses and enjoyed the 80 degree (with no gusty wind) weather outside. We went to the park where Reece went down the slide multiple times, then came back to the house where Reece enjoyed sitting on the bricks and checking out the flowers. Oh yeah, she thought her sunglasses were pretty hilarious too…and now we have a fun (and recent) new header for our page!
Check out Reece chillin’ in her wagon (by the end of a ride she usually has both feet propped up like this).
And here’s Reece chillin’ on the dishwasher door as I was unloading the silverware.
I realize I need to post more pictures on this blog of mine (especially when I get calls telling me to do so), so here are some of what has gone on this week:
Stalking Rocky Road
This is nothing new for Reece. She’s been following Rocky around, pulling her hair and ears, poking her in the eye, and stealing her treats for several months now. She even tries to saddle up and go for a ride now. Rocky doesn’t put up a fight at all, and instead lets this little being who has taken over her house have her way. Occasionally Rocky will look up at Scott or me as if to say, “Are you going to do something about her?” Reece is super proud of her dog (in fact, “dog” was her third word, and now most creatures are “dogs”), and giggles and bounces on her knees when she sees her come in the room. Poor Rocky though; the only good thing she gets out of their relationship right now is leftover food that Reece happily throws over the edge of her highchair for her. I know one day they’ll be best buds, especially when Reece can throw the ball far enough for Rocky to run and fetch. Until then, Reece will just be a stalker who occasionally shares her food with Rocky. This pic is of Reece stalking Rocky while she was trying to nap.
Reece’s First Strawberry (not the kind you eat)
What was going to be a quick little wagon ride between supper and bath time turned into putting frozen peas on Reece’s forehead, giving her Tylenol, and holding her tight to console her for several minutes. I was taking Reece around the block where we found the Murphree’s outside, including Reece’s BFF Ella. Of course, Reece wanted out of her wagon so she could play. After a few minutes of visiting and letting the girls play, I announced that it was time to go home and bathe. I put Reece back in her wagon, but continued visiting without buckling Reece up. Next thing I know, Trent was saying, “oh, no” and Reece was flipping out of her wagon. I looked down just in time to see her head hit the concrete (and hear it too – ouch). I picked her up, and after the delayed cry that kids have when they’re scared and/or hurt badly, she screamed like crazy. Now I’ve been around my brother’s kids enough to know that these things happen and kids are resilient and all (Kaleesha is laughing to herself right now), but oh, it just about killed me. I worried about Reece having a concussion all night long and I checked on her several times. Turns out she’s okay, and here’s a pic of her wound (she’s posing as if to say, “ouch,” and I think if she had more hair you might not even see it).
By the way, since we’re entering this stage of bumps, bruises, and scrapes, I went ahead and bought some Care Bears bandages today at Target.
