Parrafin: Never a good idea

While I was at my parents' this weekend, Alexis came over Saturday night. In an effort to reclaim the coolness I never really had, I suggested we really do it right and break out Mom's parrafin-wax-bath and give ourselves some treatments for a regular old-fashioned slumber party. It's true: I really am that lame.

A very bad idea. Not only the wax treatments, but for me to be around a camera at all. I'm very unattractive. And I can't take a picture to save my life.

We didn't realize that it took a long time for the wax to harden. Alexis refused to wait simply stuck her hand in the freezer to speed things along.

Below is what her hand looked like after sticking it in the freezer. Smooth, lovely, and ready to film a Zales ad with minimal prep.

This is what MY hand looked like after sticking it in the freezer. It's all very "They're coming to get you, Bar-baa-ra"

And then Alexis and I decided to have our wax molds high five each other, Barney-style. Because we're awesome like that.

Ointment

A couple of months ago I went to Houston for a baby shower (BTW, congrats to Lee & Christina Tower, whose baby girl Sofia was born August 17). Since Jason was working in Louisiana that weekend, my parents made the gracious sacrifice to babysit. To comemorate (that doesn't look like it's spelled right) the occasion, my niece and pseudo-niece (Alexis and Kathryn, respectively) came over to help look after my oh-so-difficult little boy. For some reason I don't have pictures of Kathryn, but here's one of Alexis. She's gorgeous, right?

Will looks happy, no? Let's find out why:
He seems to have developed some sort of skin condition. Hopefully either of the people reading this can recommend some sort of ointment.

Heh. Ointment.