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The Bible and Us

So the bible arrived the other day (and I totally just reminded myself I had to leave feedback!). I've been reading it thoroughly and God willing, it will work. I'm impressed with the fact that the authors originally did this program to teach the mentally challenged to dress, feed and go to the bathroom on their own. When they realized that it worked so well for them, they thought why not a toddler? It looks like a great program that Donovan can follow. Kirk and I were talking about when we should do this. Wait until we move or just do it now? If he regresses when we move then we can just do it again (if it works that is). I think we'll be trying it in a couple weeks since Kirk will be out of town for a few days with interviews and whatnot.

I was brave (and impatient) the other day and shaved Donovan's head without the hubby around to distract the child and make him happy. It didn't go anywhere near as bad as I had planned it to. The news of a bath right after made him sit still long enough to do a decent job. I still don't trim near the ears with the scissors. Last time I made him look like a monk. He may have a buddah belly but he won't have the 'do.

A couple pictures for your viewing pleasure.......


So if I put a photo of Donovan on the web with his nekkid ass showing then I must be an equal opportunity emabaresser and show the world this chunk of delight.




When I saw this I said to myself, at least we'll know what he'll look like when gets his own pair. Kirk and I are blind w/o ours. The kid is doomed. Knowing his luck though, he'll have 20/20 vision. That's how it always works out.

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