~Took the kids to the dentist today where I learned they have a new program that gives points for things (good oral hygiene, no cavities, community service, etc) and you can use those points to earn things. They have a display case in the lobby (right next to the coffee bar) showing you all the things you can win. There are little things like astronaut ice cream and fairy puppets, and the items get fancier all the way up to – I swear I am not making this up – an iPhone. We have five points so far, we only need about 360 more.
~Selling a Hannah Montana blond wig in Southern San Diego seems somehow just a little racist.
~Here is a list of chores I am responsible for in this household:
Mopping/sweeping/vacuuming, sorting and folding laundry, cleaning kitchen and bathroom, dusting (not that I ever do this one, but that is beside the point), cooking, shopping for groceries and household supplies, keeping the kids clean, educating them and keeping them from killing each other, organizing the house, making the bed, putting away the dishes and loading the dishwasher, picking up the house, picking up after the messy people in the house, driving the kids places they need to be, taking out the recycling… Lots more I can’t think of yet this morning.
Here is a list of things The Husband does on a regular basis:
Taking out the trash, doing the laundry, putting detergent in the dishwasher and pressing start (I am, apparently, responsible for putting the detergent away after he leaves it on the counter).
And guess who complains about every single chore he has to do? I’ll give you a hint: not me!
~My son had a big day yesterday. First was a trip to the dentist (“To clean my mouf?”) where he was a STAR, I was so proud. He hated it, but he did his best to be brave and cooperative. Same thing during the car wash – he did his best to be strong and not cry (not that I think crying in itself is a bad thing, but I have learned that in a situation like that, allowing tears sends forth a neverending torrent of feelings which are impossible to deal with while we are both strapped in our seats). On a less scary note, he also downed an entire mini taco at Trader Joes – beef, spice and all. I just about fainted.
~Speaking of Trader Joe’s we got a $7 block of goat cheese free yesterday just because they love us so much.
~The Olympics are on our TV endlessly (unless The Husband is home) and we are having a blast watching.
~If you happen to make your child a “smoothie” with strawberry-flavored fish oil in it, and he just happens to accidentally spill it all over the floor: don’t wipe it up with anything you might want to keep ever because you will discover that the strawberry smell will wash out, but the oil itself will remain. Your laundry will smell for weeks and you will make a new habit of sniffing each piece of clean laundry before sorting and folding it. This is the reason they created paper towels. Use them guiltlessly.
~Speaking of laundry, I still have not found my black underwear. WTF? (Editor’s note: was that only a year ago? Feels like two. I guess life without black undies is harder than I thought.)