One of Little Button’s new idiosyncrasies is complete disinterest in changing her diaper, especially when it’s poopy.

“Button, do you have poopies?”

“No.”

“I think you do. I can smell it. Let’s go change your diaper.”

(running to hide in a corner) “I’m still pooping!”

“You are? Ok, we can wait a few minutes.” (a few minutes later) “Are you done yet?”

“No. I’m still pooping.”

“Button, I think you’re done pooping by now.”

“No, I wanna poop some more!”

While in Seattle, she was in the car with her grandparents (whom she calls Ana and Papa) when a distinct “aroma” started emanating from her diaper.

Papa: Button, are you poopy?

Button: No. Ana’s poopy. Ana has poopy pants!

She’s got the diversion tactic down better than some politicians.  Watch out Hilary.

A couple of weeks ago, I had this mole removed, as well as a rather obvious one I’ve had on my nose since childhood.  I promised Jane I would have this done, like, a year ago.  But I wasn’t insured a year ago, and then I was lazy, and then we were moving, and then I was still lazy.  I have a dedication to Lazy, it seems.  So I’m just now getting around to it.

My dermatologist, who I hadn’t seen before, is also a Lyposculpturist.  Apparently.  Imagine my surprise when I received the appointment reminder and the caller ID read “Lyposculpture & Laser Center” - I was afraid I’d made an appointment with the wrong doctor.  But I kept the appointment anyway, because if I accidentally ended up in an appointment that led to the removal of my stupid stubborn tummy bulge, then … well, accidents happen.

As it turns out, I was in the right office and the moles were removed without incident.  He did not try to sell me on lyposuction, but did inform me that apparently I have mild adult acne.  I didn’t realize that 1 or 2 stress blemishes qualified as acne, but I suppose I’m at an age where I’m supposed to be past that.  Fortunately, he really likes to give me samples so I came home with cremes and washes and a prescription just in case I like the products and want to use them.

Today I went back for my followup appointment and was told that both biopsies came back benign.  My wounds are healing pretty nicely though they’re a little red and not completely even.  He gave me more samples of cremes to take the redness away and prevent scarring.

All in all, for an experience I’ve been dreading for a year, it wasn’t so bad.

Wow, could it be that WordPress is finally allowing me to post pictures? I dare not speak of it, lest it turn into a dream and disappear.

ANYWAY, a few weeks ago, we sent Little Button to Seattle to spend a whole 10 days with her grandparents. She had a blast. And we enjoyed the break.

I took up a project that I am rendered completely incapable of doing when there are little fingers poking and patting every object within 3 feet of the floor: painting. I bought some pots and benches, and ended up with these:

The project was fun, and I think I’ve satisfied my crafting impulse for a few months.

While attempting to purchase my supplies however, it was confirmed to me (again) how I seem to attract the most unhelpful service employees.

While in Large Mega Craft Store, I approached an employee to find out where I could obtain a glue gun. I received the response “Crafts,” along with the non-verbal indication that she was finished with her interaction with me and our conversation was over.

Crafts??? It’s a CRAFT STORE.

With the possible exception of “Nyahhhh,” I cannot think of an answer that would be LESS. HELPFUL.

J has the same problem. While in Large Mega Hardware Store a few days earlier, he asked where to find a flashlight. The employee pointed over his shoulder to an area which encompassed … the entire store … and spouted “HARDWARE” before continuing on his way in the opposite direction.

I can see why these people don’t work in an industry where they have to depend on tips.

Ok, I’m cheating and backdating this one a day because I didn’t get around to it.  Sue me.

Wordpress is refusing to upload pictures for me today.  Irksome, as I had lots that I was planning on sharing.