Saturday, October 30

When it rains...

When it rains, it pours - and quite literally this morning.

On Saturday mornings Dwight plays basketball at the gym.  Today he happened to leave his phone behind.  But no biggie.  We never call him there anyway.

The morning was plugging away rather uneventfully until I discovered the girls playing in the upstairs bathroom with their kitchen toys.  This is a big no no in our house.  They're not supposed to play with their kitchen toys in water because we've had several ugly incidents in the past.  So I unhappily scold them and tell them to clean up the water they've spilled on the floor.  In the meantime I hop in the shower and throw Kardynn in the bathtub (which is where all the girls are supposed to be headed, as soon as they finish cleaning up the mess).   Annika saunters into the bathroom and informs me that Kiersten has made a big mess.  Kiersten comes bursting behind her, in tears, saying the bathroom is leaking.

Uh oh.

I reacted poorly.  I might have cursed.  I'm not sure.  But I definitely pounded the tile with my fist.  Not a graceful reaction.  I jumped out of the shower, grabbed my towel and ran down the hall.  At this point, water is pouring out of the bathroom.  The hall carpet is getting wet.  There's water an inch deep all over the bathroom and more pouring over the sides of the toilet.  I grab the plunger and manage to get the wad of toilet paper on its merry way.  (Later the girls informed me that when the wad of toilet paper wouldn't go down, they just kept flushing.  Naturally.)

I'm madly trying to soak up water with all the towels we have...and hopping mad to boot.  Eventually I get the water soaked up reasonably well.  I transport sopping wet towels from the tub to the laundry room and start load number one.  And then I jump back in the shower.

Breathe.

I tell the girls to get in the bathtub and we resume our morning.  I explain that I hope they've learned to not keep flushing the toilet.

The day will get better, right?!

Just now I discovered the puddle of water on the floor in the kitchen.  I unscrewed the vent (water poured out when I did that) and discovered that the puddle is on the other side.  Of course it is.

Is it time to page Dwight at the gym?

Tuesday, October 26

Hot Dog

O told me he wished that he had gotten lunch at the cafeteria today because it was hot dogs.  I explained that those hot dogs, unlike the ones we have at home, are made from real meat.  He said, "Oh..." and then added incredulously "are they made from dead dogs?"

Friday, October 22

Kardy-isms

Kardy was just explaining to Dwight that someone could not go to work if they did not have "a work necklace" (a badge).

Yesterday she was asking where Dad was - was he "at work" or "sleeping"?  So I love her take on Dwight's life.  He goes to work at the gym and he comes home and sleeps.  *haha*

Thursday, October 7

TB

We were on the elevator yesterday and Kardynn got excited when she saw the alarm button.  "Taco Bell!"

Friday, October 1

It's Baaaa-aaack!

We have a little girl in our house who desperately needs to nap. She's taken maybe half a dozen naps since the end of May...and this is a VERY BAD THING. For a while I thought maybe she was just giving up naps early and while that sucked for me, such is life.  But it has become increasingly apparent that she NEEDS to nap. She gets so grumpy.

The problem started when she stopped sucking her thumb in May.  Since then it's been nearly impossible to get her to sleep during the day. At first it seemed like she was okay.  But she's not.  So last month I really started my campaign to get her back to napping.  I tried laying with her (which in reality was pretty much me trying to be a straight jacket for her because she was not going down without a fight). That was no fun and it didn't work anyway.  Well, it worked once when she finally wore herself out but the rest of the times she wore me out first.  I tried bribery. That didn't work. I tried lulling her to sleep in the car...and in the stroller. None of that worked. So now I'm trying the only other thing I could think of. Eight months after having taken it down, the crib is back. *fingers crossed*

Crib, originally uploaded by hezro.