July 11th, 2009

Constipation. Word of the day. And you probably don't want to see a picture of the end result, so here's one of Timmy in the morning. He was in a silly mood this morning, and he was perfectly content to sit, wrapped in Great Grandma Blue-House's afghan, and talk to his banana. "Nana" is it's name.

We went to the Schweinfurt flea market in the volksfestplatz, where Timmy ate two whole bratwursts. He gave a couple bites to Momma - here and there. After picking up some knick-knacks in Schweinfurt, we went to a smaller market in Muennerstadt. This one was actually set up in the small, winding, cobblestone streets of the town. Timmy walked, holding Momma's finger, until he got too tired and rode in the umbrella stroller (alot of fun over cobblestone). He chose an orange bangle that he liked to put each arm into, then each leg, then over his eye like an eye lense.

Then it was back to the house for a long nap (Momma time!), followed by a long afternoon of sitting on the couch, watching kid movies, drinking prune juice, and trying to hold in his poo (although it really needed to come out). Several cups of prune juice and a suppository later, the poop is now flowing, or maybe popping out is a better description. But even through all that, Timmy is still happily chatting and playing.

Tonight we're heating up some more of Daddy's legendary spagetti sauce for dinner before turning in for an early night. Tomorrow we're getting up very early to pick up a soldier's aunt and daughter from the airport and taking them to the hospital to visit their loved one.