And there are delivery trucks blocking the turnaround where we pull in to get overflow parking passes and stupid people blocking the road.
Something in the water today maybe? People were driving keerazy at 6:15 this a.m. when I was on my way to yoga class. Some bitch nearly plowed into me when she passed me on the right as I was trying to get into the right lane to exit.
I have a good friend here (actually, Miss P's mom, the one I saw give birth) who would dearly love to set me up on a blind date. However, she knows I'd kill her if she did. She still makes tenative forays and sighs when I give her the look. If you were in B'more, I'd sic her on you. I almost feel bad for thwarting her inner matchmaker.
You know there are other single ladies of your acquaintance in B'more, right? I'm just sayin'.
So while I was browning the ground beef for chili, Olivia poured out a whole cup of milk into the couch cushion and Owen dumped half a box of kosher salt.
That reminds me of the time Leif and Emaryn had dumped eggs, and ketchup and some other stuff on the carpet in her room. I caught her going back there with a bottle of maple syrup. Her excuse for doing this (Leif was toddler age, but Emaryn was not) was that her arms and legs were not under her control and made her take things from the refrigerator to dump on the carpet in order make a recipe.
So while I was browning the ground beef for chili, Olivia poured out a whole cup of milk into the couch cushion and Owen dumped half a box of kosher salt.
Emeline had a little play table in the corner of the living room. It had drawers for crayons and whatnot.
One day we smelled sour milk. We couldn't find the source for the longest time until Aimee went over to the table and WHOA NELLY!!
Emeline had dumped a whole cup of milk in a drawer and hadn't told anyone.
She was not allowed to have milk in the living room for a long while.
30 Rock is coming back tonight! And it's about
MILF Island!
Gud, perhaps you should write a manual TO WARN OTHER PARENTS. It's hard to walk a fine line between preventing messy catastrophes and quashing their budding creativity, isn't it?
I think adults are a miracle.
I also recently found a stash Leif had of disassembled clothespins, paper clips, those little black binder things, and a couple of bolt and nuts. He explained that he had collected all of these things in order to build a robot.
There's a Strong Bad game coming for the Wii: [link]
Yay!
He explained that he had collected all of these things in order to build a robot.
Gee, never saw that coming.
I think I remember the maple syrup story. Lordy.
