Then... and Now

Then
A few days ago I was doing some filing and came across and old file tab that had fallen to the bottom of the drawer. (Doesn't this happen all the time to you?) Anyway, on it I had written:

BABY - instructions, manuals, registrations

This struck me as extremely funny.

(I am sure that this was written circa spring 2003, during those earnest months before Anna was born when I was must have been extremely concerned about things like locating manuals and making sure we had registered our purchase of the changing table.)

BABY - instructions, manuals, registrations.

Yeah. If only.

Now...
In the last three days, I have been
thrown up on (Tommy not feeling well)
peed on (Jack--my lap--overtaxed swim diaper)
and
pooed on (a bird in Hippo park).

Ah, the bird part: I was standing under the leafy canopy of branches that give Hippo park such great shade, watching the boys play in the water, and all of a sudden some kid threw a ball and hit me in the head.

Only it wasn't a ball, and there was no kid.
Looking up, I saw the bird still sitting there on the branch. Much relieved, evidently.