Linking with Jen, because I’m sure she’s missed me, my sarcasm, and my riveting hair-care soliloquies.
- One of the benefits of being a stay-at-home-mom is that as soon as your husband comes home you get to regale him with a 45-minute stream of super-detailed stories about your exciting day. Stories about closet organization, nap-time productivity, exactly how many people were in each check-out line at Kroger, how many coupons you used/left at home/got rejected by the checker, and how much better your hair is doing now that you switched conditioner. The other day I was excitedly telling the tale of my hair’s vast improvement since I switched to TreSemme Climate Protection and I was pleasantly surprised when Jeremy responded with, “Oh yeah, I saw that conditioner in the shower” instead of his usual, “Yeah… Wait what? Sorry….”
Me: You were looking at my conditioner?
Jeremy: Yeah, I was wondering what this weird global warming soap is all about.
Me: Global warming soap? You mean because it’s called climate protection?
Jeremy: Yeah, I thought that was weird.
Me: It’s called that because it protects your hair from the climate, not because it protects the climate from…your hair.
Jeremy: Yeah, I figured that out after I looked at it.
That was so much funnier when it happened than it seems now…. Ok.
- Malachi is improving his pronoun usage slowly but surely, although he still refers to himself as “Mal-chi” most of the time instead of the generic “I.” Mal-chi do it! Mal-chi want orange juice! Mal-chi go paaaaaark! He’s still a little unclear on the whole personal pronoun thing and frequently says “My” instead of “I.” My do it! My eat snack! MY feed doggie! Which always reminds me of this:
…so me-sa maybe start calling him Jar Jar. How wude!
- I’ve always had really vivid, realistic dreams, especially when I am pregnant. But over the past couple years I’ve started dreaming in movie. My dreams actually switch from one scene to the next, switch perspective, and have background music. Once I dreamed I was Amy in an episode of Big Bang Theory. Not only was the entire dream pretty funny but it also had laugh tracks in the background. I’m a little concerned for my sanity at this point.
- Jeremy and I finally watched Frozen last night and of course I loved it, just like the rest of the world. (Unrelated spoiler alert: Why didn’t the troll just tell them the secret in the first place? Would that not have saved 15 or so years of familial heartbreak and malfunction and potential future therapy costs? Anyway.)
Have you seen the guy that sang a cover of “Let it Go” in all these different Disney voices?
The part with Scuttle absolutely cracked me up because I used to do that. Malachi was pretty freaked out by the whole thing until we got to Winnie the Pooh. Then he looked at the little picture and said, “Hi Innie Poo! Is so cute!”
- Have you heard of Listia? It’s like E-bay, but free. It’s mostly a colossal waste of time, but I am 600 Pampers Rewards Points away from getting Malachi a free Cozy Coupe and I can usually muster up enough Listia credits to win some Pampers points auctions and you don’t care. Anyway, I listed an auction mostly for the bonus points but the woman who won had a problem and so an e-mail conversation ensued. Basically I would write her a thorough, polite, grammatically correct e-mail offering several solutions plus an apology and she would respond with something along the lines of:
“yeah it didnt work”
I mean, seriously. Can you not throw in a “Thank you” or at least some gratuitous punctuation? Does this kind of thing bother anyone else? Answer: yes. (Language alert, FYI).
Also, if you want to join Listia, please use my link – I will be forever grateful. https://www.listia.com/signup/5477022
- It snowed again last week and Malachi’s make-up day was cancelled, so now we are having a make-up make-up day and of course they are calling for snow next Tuesday as well. I was “re-re-re-re ‘cited” about his first-ever school pictures but they aren’t offering a snow date for that so I’m just gonna save myself from the agony of dashed hopes and just operate on the assumption that those will get canceled as well. But maybe I’ll try and do some cute portraits on my own because, you know, my track record is THE BOMB.
- The other day I went into the farmer’s market by myself and got a little confused and overexcited by the free samples at the cheese shop. I ended up spending 20 dollars on cheese because it was so tasty when taken out of context and seasoned with “I’m here alone and I need to reign myself in!” Then when my sister and I pulled it out to eat together it honestly smelled like a hot, sizzling cow patty and tasted about the same. I decided to return it because, seriously. When I took it back the manager said, “This is how this cheese smells and tastes. Did you not see on the wrapper? It’s called ‘Barnyard Smell.’ I’ll refund it but if you don’t like it, don’t ever buy it.” So I guess she was right and I am grateful she refunded my money even though she treated me like a 2-year-old the whole time and wouldn’t let me finish a sentence. But for real? They made it smell like cow poop on purpose? WHY?!