Saturday, December 13, 2014

The One Where I Was Foiled By A Four Year Old

Yesterday, Smalls and I dropped Bigs off at school then headed to Cabela's to buy Daddy his Christmas present.

I had a plan. 

I knew exactly what I was going to get him. 

We'd be in and out in under 20 minutes.

That was the plan anyway. 

I put Smalls, who was tired and wanted to lie down, in the bed of the buggy and unsuccessfully attempted to push it across the cobblestone entry of the store without spilling my lavender latte {<-obsessed with these!} all over my clothes.  All the while my stupid purse strap kept falling off my shoulder causing the purse to basically drop from my shoulder to the crook of my elbow.  This encouraged the spilling of the latte tremendously. 

Good times.

So, we get into the store and I maneuver the lavender scented buggy into the elevator to up to the  second floor for some cinnamon-sugar nuts.  {The nuts are to Cabela's what the popcorn is to Target:  Essential.}  While we were up there I noticed the little gun safes like the ones Hubs mentioned that he wanted as an upgrade for the one he already has in his bedside table.  I found the one he said he wanted the most and raised my eyebrows at the $320 price tag.  Then I found the ones that were on sale and eavesdropped on another woman's conversation with the sales clerk who was helping her choose one for her own husband.  I got the one that would work the best for what he needed it for and headed to the checkout lanes where we waited another 45 minutes because even though there were 8 check stands open, all 8 had customers with issues at them.  The lady in front of me was trying to buy her pack of cinnamon-sugar nuts with her Cabela's points or something like that.  It wasn't working so they had to call someone from customer service over to help her.  The whole time Smalls and I ate nut after nut and watched the situation play out like it was a Disney/Pixar production.  Finally {FINALLY!!} we paid for our safe and left.

When we got home, we decided to trick Daddy, who has a 99% success rate when we play "Guess the Gift."  We put the safe inside an old boot box of his, wrapped it and put it under the tree.  For the rest of the afternoon, I reminded Smalls not to tell Daddy what store we went to, what we looked at and certainly not what we bought. 

Sure enough, Hubs got home from work that night and found me in the girls' bathroom cleaning up the mess our Elf on the Shelf had made the night before.

"The girls showed me my present under the tree."  He said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah.  It's a gun safe."  He said then turned on his heel and walked out.

"YOU'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE!"  I yelled after him as I threw my cleaning towel in disgust.

******************Fast Forward to the Next Morning******************
I walk into the bedroom where Hubs is drinking his coffee and watching the news. 

"I was thinking," I began, "didn't we agree not to buy each other presents this year?  I thought we were just going to save for a hot, anyway, since I FORGOT that we weren't buying for each other AND since the gift I got you is really more for the house anyway, I thought...why don't you just open it now and then we'll go back to not buying presents for each other, mmmkay?" 

I crossed my toes and prayed he'd agree.  Otherwise I'd have to go back to Cabela's and wait in line for another 45 minutes just to return the dumb thing then I'd be back to square one with the whole, "getting Daddy's present" thing.

"Ok!"  He agreed. 

Jerk.  He knew he was getting a present FOR FREE!  Not a Christmas present, not a birthday present, not even a Father's Day present.  Just a FREE PRESENT.

He ran downstairs and grabbed it.  He wasted no time ripping the paper off and slowed only a little when he noticed the Danner box I'd used as a decoy.

"I knew it!"  He exclaimed triumphantly to which I rolled my eyes.

"How did you know what it was?  Did I leave the receipt out or something?"

"No, I didn't see the receipt.  It's just a gift--a gift of being able to  I don't know...I can't explain it..."  He was shaking his head and acting like his "gift of being able to see gifts" is some sort of burden that he bears or something.

"Shut up.  You're hardly Jesus carrying the sins of the world on your shoulders.  How did you know?!"

"The truth is...{he paused dramatically to take a deep breath and exhale slowly} the truth is that Smalls saw me messing with my gun safe, the one that I already have, she saw me messing with that and she gasped then asked why I'd opened my present.  I asked her what she meant and she pointed at the safe, 'Me and Momma just wrapped that yesterday.  How come you opened it?'  I told her that was my old safe, the one from my drawer, and I showed her the empty drawer so she'd understand.  Then she said, 'Oh.  Well...we got you some hunting boots,' and she left so..."

Dang kid.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The One Where I Went To Starbucks

Picture it.

A cold and rainy Saturday morning in the Pacific Northwest.  It's 10 am, Smalls and I are headed to ballet, but first, COFFEE!

I cautiously approach the strip mall that homes my neighborhood 'Bucks.  "There's no line!" I squeal to Smalls in the backseat.  Then, as I'm nearing the drive through lane from the left, a massive Suburban appears on the right.  We're an equal distance away and both headed for that prized no-line lane.

I can just picture the obscene amount of kids/teenagers stuffed inside of this behemoth of a car.  They've all got complicated orders of frappuccinos and breakfast sandwiches.  You can pretty much guarantee that getting in line behind THIS vehicle is going to add 30 minutes to your time in line.

"Ain't nobody got time for THAT!" I mutter to nobody while simultaneously punching the gas to beat them there.

I manage to get just close enough  that as the M.V.D. {Massive Vehicle Driver} slowed for the turn, I was able to slip around the corner.  {So what if my tires squealed a little.}

Smalls and I celebrate our victory with high fives and I decide to upgrade from a grande Caramel Brule latte to a venti.  {I mean, we ARE celebrating here!}

15 minutes later I reach the drive thru window and give the man with the white painted fingernails and tacky, TACKY silver plated jewelry my $5.36.  I was so distracted by his fingernails that I just drove off--with him holding my coffee out the accordion folding windows.

I had recently made the decision that my beloved black nail polish was becoming--dare I say it--outdated.  I planned to replace it with some marshmallow white polish, but that seemed so summery that I put off buying some until next year.  Now, I was second guessing my decision.  If the metro sexuals are wearing white polish, can a suburban housewife pull it off, too?  I'd hate to look like I'm trying too hard.  We all know that one person who's pushing 50, but still bleaching her hair and extending her extensions.  I don't wanna be that person.

So, with all of THAT running through my head, you can see how I just forgot my coffee-but not for long.  I realized the error of my ways before I even left the parking lot, so I flipped a U-ey and parked to go inside.

As I was climbing out of the car, the massive Suburban drove past on it's way out of the drive thru.  The driver and I locked eyes.  She was my age and alone.  No car full of picky and difficult teenagers.  No sticky little kids begging for one more cake pop or a hot chocolate.  She lifted her red cup to me in a sort of salute.  I smiled and noticed her marshmallow white nail polish.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The One Where We Went to The Pumpkin Patch

We are lucky to live a very short distance from a handful of farms/pumpkin patches.  We usually try out a new one each year, but last year we had Bigs' birthday party at the mother of all the other patches. 

This one was rad.  They had a corn maze for adults and another one for kids, a hay bale maze with the bonus finale of sliding down "Ye Olde Chute."  They had a super slide {like at the fair}, a carousel of REAL ponies to ride, a giant bounce pillow, ATV rides, a haunted train ride, plus more!

The girls had been talking about riding those ponies all. year. long.  We knew we had to go back to that patch again and it did not disappoint.  In fact, if the girls had been impressed with last years pony rides, imagine how excited they were to see that this year they could ride...
A CAMEL!!  {I love that the camel looked at the camera and smiled for the picture.}
We totally won the Best Parents award for finding that camel behind the barns!

Of course we wouldn't be us if we weren't being inappropriate while the girls were riding.  There were actually two camels there for rides, so while we waited.  I nudged Hubs.  "Look,"
"camel toe.  Hehehehehe."
After the camel rides, Daddy went to the cashier to buy the tickets we'd need to have some more fun!  While he was gone, I tried to get a cute picture of the girls in some pumpkins that the farm had set out by the food vendors.
Bigs was less than helpful and Smalls' pants were photographing CRAZY!  {I forgot that stripes do that.}

Then I got a super cute one and thought God, my kids are cute!  You know, because THEY ARE!
Hubs came back with the tickets and Bigs made a beeline for the ATV rides.
"Ready Smalls?"
This picture cracks me up.  "Look, Ma, no hands!"
Obligatory "How Tall This Fall?" pics.  :)
This year we decided to let the girls do the hay bale maze completely on their own.  Normally, we'd stand on the cat walk and give them directions, but this year we didn't even go inside the barn...until they'd been in there for about 20 minutes.  They were so turned around by then that Hubs had to actually go down in the maze and lead them out.  Maybe next year they'll get it on their own.  Until then, look at these happy faces coming down ye olde chute!                                                      
We jumped on the wagon for a ride deep out into the pumpkin fields.  Hubs is convinced that that is where the "good pumpkins" are, and after seeing our haul, I am convinced that he MUST be right!
On the wagon ride out to the field we attempted a family portrait, but Bigs wasn't feeling it.

Smalls tried to help and ALMOST succeeded...

But just almost.

So we just pushed her out of the picture completely.  That's what loving parents do, right? 
When we finally got out to the field, Bigs stuck to our family rule:  You can have it IF you can load it.  She took her time and walked nearly to the Christmas tree farm looking for the perfect pumpkin.
Once she found THE ONE, she started the long...
and strenuous process of rolling that sucker out to the road where the wagon would pick us up.
Smalls had a much different idea.  She was in search of a very specific pumpkin too, but I'm thinking she must have spotted hers from the wagon.  All day she talked about how she was going to find Spookly, the Square Pumpkin {thank you, Disney Channel} and she did {she says.}  She walked straight over to it, picked it up and put it with the others on the side of the road-easy peasy.
Hubs found his, I found mine and we were done.  {Except I grabbed a few more while we waited for the wagon.}
We ended up with these beauties.  Now for the carving...

Monday, October 20, 2014

Where Have All The Pay Phones Gone??

This morning started off fairly normally. 

Bigs woke us up at 3:17 am. 

Actually, she woke Hubs up, but I wake up if somebody rolls over downstairs so I heard her come in.  I was aware of the fact that she started to wake me up, but thought better of it and went to Daddy's side of the bed. 

I felt the bed shake a little when she shook his shoulder. 

I almost laughed out loud when he bolted upright in bed and she jumped back in surprise.  {I don't know why some people startle when they are woken, but Hubs is TOTALLY one of those people and it. is. hilarious.} 

"WHAT?!"  He demanded of her.

"I-I...Can I watch Mom's Kindle?"

"No, Bigs.  It's...{he fumbled for his phone} it's 3 am.  You have, like...{he computed the math in his head} I don't know...a couple more hours to sleep."  {Something clearly went awry with his computing...LOL!}

Bigs went back to bed and Hubs rolled over.  They both went back to sleep instantly.  Not me, though.  I stayed there staring at the clock for the next 33 minutes. 

{This is where Hubs gets confused with my sleep problems.  "Why don't you just go back to sleep?"  He'll ask as if I can just turn off a switch a rest peacefully like he does.  "I CAN'T."  I tell him over and over again.  My brain starts going and it won't stop.  Things like ISIS, Ebola, and the Duggar girls have all made me lose sleep in the last few months.

{Yes, the Duggar girls.  I was worried because it seems like they've all decided to get married at the same time.  They have these big weddings and then you hear nothing at all about how they are adjusting to married life (and I'd assume it would be a HUGE adjustment.)  "It's like they go into their new husband's bedrooms as virgins and don't come out until they're these crazy, weird SEX FIENDS who've gotten knocked up."  I told Hubs.  "Well, there are worse problems to have."  He assured me.}

Anyway, none of that is what kept me awake this morning.  This morning I realized I had fallen asleep during last week's Parenthood, so I got up to watch it.

Everything else was pretty normal.  I got the girls up and dressed.  I made lunches and breakfast and around 7:30, got my first two kids to watch.  We spent the 45 minutes before school hanging out, playing games on the Kindle and watching Mickey Mouse.

By 8:45, Smalls, the OG {my first baby sitting baby, aka: The Original Gangsta.  Formerly known as Baby Boy or Little know what?  Just forget it.  I obviously need to do a post where I introduce you to the itty bitty people that I hang with all day.}  So, Smalls, the OG and I were in the driveway watching a small tractor?  {Backhoe?  Skidder?  I don't know what it was called but it was something like that.}  Move dirt from a neighbor's back yard to the front yard.  {Look, I can't be sure about what they were doing or how they were doing it, but there was dirt in a bucket thingy that moved around on these track-like wheels and the OG was OBSESSED with it.}

{Can I just tell you that the above ^^^^ is exactly how I would describe the situation if I were talking to Hubs.  That man deserves a medal, not only for actually being ABLE to communicate with me, but for not throwing his hands in the air in frustration at my ignorance.}

Then--THEN is when our morning took a turn for the worse.

I pulled the OG from the sidewalk up to the house and started to unlock the front door when I realized that I couldn't find my keys this morning and had grabbed the spare key for my car when we left.  I went back to the car to use my garage door opener to get into the house, but the garage door opener wasn't in the car.  That must be where the opener on the kitchen table came from, I thought.  My last option was to hope that the door from the garage to the back yard was unlocked--it was not.

We were locked out.

I turned around and looked at the kids who were happily playing tag in the street and had no idea that anything was wrong.  {It's a cul-de-sac, they were totally safe.}  "The window is open."  I slowly remembered.  "THE WINDOW IS OPEN!"  I went back to the front of the house and sure enough it had been stuffy that morning and I'd opened the window so I wedged my key under the screen and tried to pop it out, BUT IT BENT MY KEY!

Now what? I thought.  I decided to call Hubs, not that there was much he could do.  He was at work in another city, but I hoped he'd have some ideas for me.

Back at the car, I couldn't find my purse to look for my phone.  I searched frantically before I looked through the OPEN HOUSE WINDOW THAT I COULD NOT ENTER and saw my purse in the living room with my phone right next to it.

"Seriously?!"  I said to no one.

I found exactly 4 quarters in the center console of the car, so the kids and I went in search of a pay phone.  I just needed to call Hubs, explain my situation and then he'd point out the obvious thing that I was missing and I'd be able to get back into the house.

I drove past Safeway looking for a set of pay phones that used to be next to the soda machine at the gas station.  They were gone.  I drove down the street to a medical complex.  They used to have a pay phone out on the street corner.  It was gone.  The hospital is up the hill from the medical complex so I drove there thinking there HAD to be a pay phone in the waiting room of the ER or in a hallway.  Nope.  Looping back towards my house I decided to drive around the mall, maybe there'd be one outside of one of the entrances.  There was not.

It was now, 9:40.

I went back to Bigs' school.  I've been on the PTA board for a few years now and I volunteer at least once a week-I was due back to volunteer at 10:10!  I felt comfortable going there to use the phone in the staff lounge, but I couldn't figure out how to make the call go through.  I pushed 9...nothing.  I dialed a 1 before my number...nothing.

At this point, the kids are starting to figure out that something is up.  The OG started whining that he wanted to watch Thomas.  Smalls had used up every last bit of patience she had and was literally running laps around the table in the staff lounge.  Being "good" and quiet was just not an option for them anymore.

I decided to go home and rip the screen from the window.  I wasn't just going to rip it, I wanted to throw a pumpkin through it or take a box cutter to it!  {Apparently I had used up every bit of my patience, too and that stupid, friggin' window screen was mocking me from a mile and half away.}  I was ready to KILL it-kill it DEAD!

Just as we were leaving the school, the secretary and I made eye contact for a second. 

"Hey Lucinda, can I use this phone for a quick second?"  I asked.  Then before she had a chance to say anything I blurted out the whole ordeal and how I'd driven around to the mall and the hospital for crying out loud, looking for a pay phone, "but you know who doesn't have pay phones anymore, Lucinda?  FREAKING AMERICA, THAT'S WHO!"

Lucinda dialed the number for me {apparently she had to put in a secret code to make it call long distance.}

Finally--FINALLY I get Hubs on the phone and I lay it all out for him and you know what he says?  He says, "what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to..."{I don't know what I want him to do.  I WANT him to come home so I can go back to bed and start this day over because 3:17 am is starting to feel like a REALLY long time ago!}  "I guess I need..." {Suddenly I am overwhelmed again with the need to break that stupid window screen.  I was SO. MAD. at that damn screen!}  "Nothing."  I finally say, "There's really nothing you can do, Hubs.  I'll just rip the screen and have Smalls climb in--"

"No!  You can't do that.  Those screens are expensive.  I guess I'll have to leave work to bring you a key.  Gosh!  I can't believe this.  I'll miss about two hours of work by the time I leave here, get to you and then come back."

"The screens are expensive?  How much do they cost?"

"For one that size, probably around 30 bucks."

"30 BUCKS?!  Are you kidding me?!  Hubs, I'll give you 30 bucks and just rip it.  Trust me, it's worth it!" 

He was adamant that I should NOT rip the screen, so I agreed to wait at the school until he got there or it was time for me to volunteer, which ever came first. 

Sooo, the kids and I colored in the office until they got loud, then we went into the hallway and sat in each of the 50 chairs that line both sides off the hall, then we went back out to the car to read a couple of books, then we "walked the beam" also known as walking one foot in front of the other on the curb until it was time for recess, which is when I was volunteering.

Then, just as we were walking to the school from the field, my knight in shining armor drove up in his ugly little work car and saved the day.

"I put the garage door opener and your phone in your car.  You need anything else before I go back?"

And that's the story of this morning...

Monday, October 6, 2014

The One With The Haunted House

Saturday night was Girls Night.  I met up with a couple other mamas and we went out for drinks then to a haunted house.
Photo Credit:  "Savannah"
I had been a little nervous all day.  The last haunted "house" that I'd been to was when I about 10 and went with a friends family on a haunted walk through the woods-not just any woods, either.  It was the Redwood Forest.  You know, the ancient forest of G-I-A-N-T trees in Northern California.  {That's where I grew up.}  Anyway, the only thing that stuck with me from that haunted walk was a guy with a chainsaw who stepped out from behind one of the giant trees and chased us up the trail a little. 

It was terrifying.

I kept reassuring myself that this was a haunted HOUSE.  It didn't make sense for there to be a chainsaw wielding madman in a home {haunted or not.}

So, we go out for the drinks and I order a Lemon Drop.  I very rarely drink so when the waitress came back with my fancy ice cup with the sugared rim, I was impressed and drank it pretty quickly.  Then I ordered another one and drank it equally as fast, so Lucy {one of the other mamas} poured some of her huckleberry Lemon Drop into my cup.  It was good so I drank it up.

{You see what's happening here?}

By the time we got to My Morbid Mind {the haunted house}, I was feeling pretty...warm. 
Photo Credit:  My Morbid Mind Facebook page
We got out of the car and our ears are instantly assaulted with blood curdling screams of terror.  "Oh my gosh, you guys.  I don't know if I can do this."  I say.  "Come on, it'll be fun!  Let's go!"  They said pulling me by the hand.

As we got closer, I saw him. 

My heart stopped, but miraculously my legs kept moving.

My breathing was altered, faster than normal.  Much faster.  I kept my eyes on him as if I could prevent his eyes from scanning the crowd and finding mine with my non-existent telekinetic abilities.

Then, as if in slow motion, he turned around and our eyes locked.  He instantly started walking toward us.  A burlap-sack-mask-wearing man on a mission armed with nothing but a CHAINSAW.
Photo Credit:  My Morbid Mind Facebook page
RUUUUN-RUN-RUN-RUUUN-RUUUUUUUN.  He revved up his chainsaw. 

We screamed as loud as we could and RAN into the safety of the lit up barn.  Little did we know, there was no "safety of the lit up barn."  No safety at all...

He followed us into that barn where we ran to a group of high school kids and literally climbed right into the middle of their cliquey little huddle.  I don't know why he left the barn.  There was screaming-so much screaming-and blinking lights.  Suddenly, my friends said they had to pee so I was alone in the barn, with the high school kids.

I sat on an old, filthy plastic chair and pulled out my phone.  I was halfway done texting Hubs when the chainsaw man chased another couple of screaming girls into the barn.  I was caught off guard with the sudden commotion, so my only defense was a I've-seen-the-devil scream...with my eyes closed.  {I'm very tough.}

Finally the barn got quiet again, I hit send on this text:
My friends got back with stories of having been in the Honey Bucket while the chainsaw guy shook the port-a-potty and revved his chainsaw outside the door.  {That, dear friends, is my nightmare!}
Did I mention this is all BEFORE WE'D EVEN PAID!
Once we started going through the house, it really wasn't THAT bad, I guess.  {I mean, I thinking I was crying as we actually went through it, but in hindsight, it wasn't THAT bad.}  There was lots of gore, which doesn't really scare me, a couple of hockey mask wearing people that jumped out at you.  There WAS one time that I almost lost it; I was going through the maze of the house with my two friends in front of me.  I turned to look behind me when I thought I heard a noise and THIS was following me:
Photo Credit:  My Morbid Mind Facebook page
Needless to say, I don't foresee anymore haunted houses in MY future!

Friday, October 3, 2014

The One With All The Shopping

Hubs thinks I shop a lot. 

It's not true, of course.  He considers my weekly trips to the grocery store "shopping trips." 

I've tried to tell him {in my best Chandler Bing impression} that he couldn't BE more wrong.  I've definitely told him that "If it were up to me, I'd never-EVER exchange good money for something as subpar as bologna!"  But, he insists that since I do, in fact, make weekly trips to Safeway where I go in and exchange money for goods, it COUNTS!

Over the course of our relationship, we've agreed to disagree on the situation.  The problem with that though, is that we've never really negotiated what shopping entails for me.  I get that I have to grocery shop, school supply shop, Christmas shop, birthday shop, etc., but when does Mama get to shop for Mama?

I'm gonna tell you something that N-O-B-O-D-Y tells you about being a stay-at-home mom.


Lean in close, I don't want to have to say it too loud.

The thing that nobody tells you is that you are...BROKE. 

Like, flat broke.  Ain't got two nickels to rub together, BROKE!  Even when the family has money for everything they need, you don't have cash in your wallet unless you were given some. 

If it bothered me enough, I guess I could ask for money, but what's more demeaning than asking your husband for $5 so you can stop at Starbucks?  I'm sure he'd give it to me, it's just not my style to ask.  My approach is to just tell him that I purchased things for waaayyy more than I actually did.  {"Hubs, I picked up some new ballet tights for Smalls.  They were $37.  Crazy, huh?  The price of living is sure going up..."}

Look, you and I both know that ballet tights cost anywhere from $5-$15.  Crap, HUBS probably knows it too, he's not stupid!  What he is, is a good man so he gives me the $37 for "tights" and doesn't say a word when I come home with a new scarf or another bottle of nail polish.

Why am I telling you this?  Because I'm about to tell you my biggest secret EVER!

Are you ready?

Last week I bought this outfit:
Forgive my less than stellar picture taking skills.  Smalls tried to help me, but all she managed to capture was one blurry shot of my legs and about 10 of my hand trying to take the phone away from her.
Anyway, last week I bought this outfit {the thermal printed shirt, the black cardigan, and the jeans!}for LESS THAN $37.


I know, right?!  It's true.  The cardigan was $12.88, the thermal shirt was $7.88 and the jeans were only $15.88.  That's only $36.64 for the WHOLE THING! 

Wanna know how I did it?

I follow this page on Instagram called WhoaWaitWalmart.  These two women shop at their local Walmarts a few times each week and take pictures of their favorite finds then give all the details like the brand names and the prices. 

I took this screenshot of their Instafeed tonight.
They post everything from beauty products to office supplies, baby/kids clothes to work out clothes, accessories to furniture. 

I never used to look at the clothes at Walmart, but when I started seeing the cute plaid tops these girls were finding {for less than $15!}  I had to go check out what my Walmart had and I'm glad I did!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The One About Today

Today was a good day.  {If you just read that in Ice Cube's voice, you are my Person.}  We woke up, Hubs went to work, Bigs went to school, and Smalls and I did homeschool.

Yeah, I just said that.

I'm homeschooling Smalls this year and it's going REALLY well!
Her first day.  Sept. 10, 2014

We just started learning about Fall so she was sorting leaves based on size.

Then we made maple scented play dough and she. LOVED. it.
We also made a thumbprint leaf counting book, read a couple of books about what forest animals do in the Fall and played a math game based on the song "5 Little Ducks."

After homeschool, we went to a furniture store.  Smalls is in the market for a new bed and we're trying to figure out what style she likes.  She based all of her yeas and nays solely on the color of the comforter on the displays, so we left.  Not before she trampled all over a sign that said "please do not climb on the top bunk" on her way to the top bunk, and she touched the hands of a clock then watched as the hands fell limply to the 6.

We went back home, ate lunch, and Baby Boy came over to play while his Mommy and Daddy worked.  He wasn't much fun though.  He fell asleep as soon as he got here and stayed that way for the next two hours.  Smalls napped too, so I watched an old Dateline.

When Bigs got home, she and Smalls fought over BB while I tried to save his life by swatting them away.  I found that if I sat on the floor between the girls and BB, he could happily chew on the couch or the Baby Hippo book, AS HE WANTED TO, and the girls could "ooh and awe" from a distance.  {He's teething.  I normally don't let guests chew on the furniture.  For him, I made an exception.}

After BB went home, Hubs got home and I remembered that Bigs had Girl Scouts in an hour so I threw some leftovers in the microwave for her, helped her get ready and dropped her off. 

Hubs and I had been throwing around some ideas for how we wanted to re-do our downstairs bathroom.  He surprised me by bringing home some paint and got started on the whole project, but that'll have to be tomorrow's post.  Parenthood is on now!!