Grandma Jenny Comes to Town

A week and half before Christmas Grandma Jenny wanted to visit her sweet baby girl so she drove the long 7 hour drive to stay with us for a few days in Tulsa.  We did all sorts of things while she was here; ate Wawee burgers (burgers from the deer Chris' brother Eric killed), visited Santa so Brielle could meet him for the first time, made Christmas candy, Brielle got to stay with Grandma Jenny for a day instead of going to Mrs. Cathy's house, made foot and hand impressions and finished some Christmas shopping. 
First lets start with the oh so fun meeting Santa visit.  Thank goodness Santa was a good sport and hopefully had a stuffy nose.  Did the last sentence give you a clue as to where this story is going, if so then you are 1.) a parent 2.) have been around babies or 3.) have been around babies and situations like these are amazing birth control!  We decided to go out to eat to Charlie Mitchel's which Chris is not a fan of but is a great husband because he knows how much I LOVE the BLTA there (BLT with AVOCADO).  Anyway, Chris was holding Brielle for awhile and then he passes her off to me.  I immediately "smell" something so I gathered all my changing diaper tools with me, you know the usual things rubber gloves, head to toe plastic coat, helmet with face shield, water hose, hand cuffs, pine tree scent air freshener (you never know what could happen), the mother-in-law and of course the baby.  Typically the mother-in-law in not included but thank the Lord she was for this particular visit.  We get into the bathroom and find the changing table.  Giving that this night Brielle was going to meet Santa and have her picture taken we did not pack another "Christmas outfit" and she had completely pooped straight through her onsie.  Thank goodness it did not get on the pants or the dress that was covering the onsie because there was a huge stain on the back when we were all finished.  We used about fifty bajillion, (bajillion is a number right?) wipes to clean the mess and tried as much as we could to clean her onsie but the poor kid stunk for the remainder of the night.  I used a citrus scented lotion on her to try and cover no make that mask the smell a tiny bit but it didn't work so well so I had to go to Bath and Body Works and spray her with something to help it since we were at the mall.  We still caught a small whiff here and there so we explained to poor Santa that Brielle had had a tiny explosion and we were very sorry.  The first picture they got was a little frown because she had just woken up.  I had noticed her dress was messed up a little so I quickly asked if I could fix it and when I did and sat down in front of the camera Brielle spotted me and gave the most adorable smile I could have asked for.  It was the perfect first Santa picture and a great story to go with it. 

The next night was a little less exciting but still a great night.  We tried a few times to get hand prints and footprints so the trial and error was quite interesting.  It was pretty simple to make though.  Salt, flour and water.  Mix, kneed, roll into a ball, flatten, make the impression and bake for three hours at 200 degrees. 

 (This is us torturing my child just so we can have a hand print to gaze upon later in life to remember how tiny she once was.  To me it sounds like it is totally worth it)