Things I Learned Today

When you peruse target.com before you make a Target run, make sure the the product you picked out and have decided on is actually available in store. Not just online.
Finding a bathing suit with a two year old in the dressing room should either be the government's newest torture technique, or the newest event in the X Games.
When your little lady turns two your entire house will be turned pink. Everything from her clothing, to her toys to her new beach towel. If you have the audacity to offer her another color, you will get the stink eye.
When you finally pick out a pool for you little lady to play in and ask the pubescent guy working in the aisle if you need a pump to blow it up. Don't listen to him. Even if he says it only takes "fifteen minutes" to blow up, with a bike pump; it will take you over two hours to get it half inflated.
Next time, double the kid's Target wage and make him blow up the d*mn pool.
An inch of water to a two year old is just as fun as a whole pool. Luckily, because that's all you could keep in the pool as you were pumping air into it.
Inflating a pool in a flat yard would be infinitesimally easier than pumping it up in mine.
Using a bike pump for two hours is like giving the world's longest...well, let's just say that this pool is no "Two Pump Chump."
No matter where you sit while you pump, the sun will find you. And it will fry you a crispy, crispy red.
Two hours of arm exercise earns you a beer and a large bowl of ice cream.
Spending all day outside makes for one tired little lady, and one tired mama.

Comments

Lady in the Sky, With Broccoli

We've had a whirlwind, chaotic, hectic, exciting week. It was a week of fixes, car naps, quick meals and heat. Oh, the heat! I finally feel like today we had the chance to tone things down and take a breath. The Little Lady and I were left to our devices for the evening while the Mr. took a much deserved night off. We had a light dinner and then went outside for our favorite pre-bed activity, Bubble Chasing. (Well, she chases, I blow). The following conversation ensued. Laying in the grass: MP: Hey LL, look at all those clouds! LL: Yeah mom, clouds. MP: What do you see up there? I see bunny ears! LL: They just puffy mama. MP: (Humph, this might not work...) LL: Mama, I see Lady! MP: (Getting excited) That's great, what's she doing? LL: Lady in Sky, with Broccoli. I like Broccoli! MP: Well, yes, it does look like broccoli. What else do you see? LL: Poop in a glass. Ha...

A Confession

First let me come clean. I'm pregnant. Now, let the next thirty-one weeks commence where I talk of nothing else except my growing belly, appetite and need for Cheetos. Not really, but I will say this; I'm tired. So tired that normal everyday tasks that should only take me a few minutes suddenly sit around, unfinished, for days at a time. Examples? The dishwasher, the dirty dishes, groceries (the non-perishable ones, duh), folding the laundry, making the bed. I mean, there are much better things to do, like, stuff handfuls of popcorn in my mouth while watching all the episodes of Angel, in order. Don't judge me, I am returning to school in a few weeks; maybe this is just me trying desperately to channel myself as a Freshman in college? Who the heck knows. What I do know that my "golden time," or nap time as it is commonly called, was once used to clean, cook, tidy up, rest and blog. Well, you know how much blogging I've done o...

Home for Sale, Cheap

Nap time is usually reserved for a mash up of cleaning, organizing, eating, blogging, surfing the web and trying to relax as much as possible before the Little Lady wakes up. With our house going on the market tomorrow my house is the cleanest it has ever been. Literally. I feel like we're living in a model home. Kind of like Michael and George Michael Bluth from Arrested Development . It's equal parts nice and annoying. Nice having a super clean home and annoying that I have to keep it show ready all.the.time. The best part of having a show ready house? I have nothing more to do during nap time than blog, eat and watch Angel . Because bad TV at nap time is the best way to relax. Well, maybe just if you're living in a model home.

The Chocolate and The Cheese

Search This Blog