It's a day ending in "y", which means there's potential for me to do something embarrassing, thoughtless or just plain goofy. Today is Monday, and since I don't drink caffeine, I got an early start.
It's 8:45am and I just looked in my desk mirror (why do I have a mirror on my desk, you ask? Well, for occasions just like this!) to discover that while I thought I left the house relatively well put together - hair blow-dried and straightened!, clothes matching and pressed! and even makeup applied!!, I realized that, while I had put my lip liner on, I totally forgot the lipstick, so I had been walking around Hayden's daycare and then at work for about an hour with my lips outlined like a clown. All I needed was the big red nose, and my look would have been complete.
It would have been bad enough if I'd just done it today, but I'm fairly certain I did it Friday as well, only then I didn't notice it until I wiped some lipliner onto my napkin at lunch.
C'est la vie!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Huffy Hayden
Hayden's new game just cracks me up. It amazes me that she knows that acting mad is part of the fun.
We were getting ready for bed Monday night, and she started huffing at me - she was not happy with getting her clothes changed, so I started mocking her in an attempt to get through it without a total breakdown on her part. Despite herself, she started to get amused at me and began grinning and giggling as she tried to continue her protests.
I got Chris to catch us on film in case it was a one-hit wonder. Of course, when she woke up at 2am that night, and I had gone to retrieve her from her crib, in her half-asleep groggy state she immediately began huffing and grinning again, which had me shaking from barely-concealed laughter.
For your enjoyment...
We were getting ready for bed Monday night, and she started huffing at me - she was not happy with getting her clothes changed, so I started mocking her in an attempt to get through it without a total breakdown on her part. Despite herself, she started to get amused at me and began grinning and giggling as she tried to continue her protests.
I got Chris to catch us on film in case it was a one-hit wonder. Of course, when she woke up at 2am that night, and I had gone to retrieve her from her crib, in her half-asleep groggy state she immediately began huffing and grinning again, which had me shaking from barely-concealed laughter.
For your enjoyment...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Babyproofed? Mostly. Childproofed? Not even close!
We had some friends over this weekend for a lunch after church, and it was quite a large crowd, including about 10 children or so. I love kids, and we certainly welcome them in our home, but we found out that while we might be prepared (on at least the most obvious levels) to let Hayden roam about, we are no where near ready for youngsters that are as mobile and wired and tall and HUNGRY as the kiddos that came this weekend.
For instance, I keep a dish of chocolates out on a table to satiate my occasional sweet tooth. I have a variety of the oh-so-decadent Lindt truffles to indulge in on those "nothing but a bite of chocolate will do" days. Although it took awhile for me to link the two, I eventually realized that the fever pitch of the children's laughter and activities was a direct result of the echoing emptiness of my chocolate bowl. Seriously, two of those things are like the equivalent of a full sized candy bar, and these kids knocked 'em back like a bunch of chocoholics that just fell off the wagon!
Also, when I saw two of the little 'gentlemen' bolt into our guest bathroom straight from the dinner table with a napkin-covered something or other in hand, I realized that Chris probably hadn't envisioned his Victorian-era high tank toilet being used to dispose of someone's unwanted veggies (at least I pray that's what went in there!). Thankfully the pull-chain flusher on the toilet did slow them down, at least for a bit. My mother in law noticed that one young fellow had been in the restroom an exceptionally long time, and called out if he needed help. He, of course, didn't want company and she fetched his grandmother to see if we could lure him out. His grandma asked him if he went potty... "yes"... and if he got his pants back up... "yes"... and if he washed his hands... "yes"... and if he'd flushed... "I can't figure out how!" came the plaintive wail! Once the chain was properly identified as the method of flushing, it became a source of amusement for the entire under-10 crowd, I believe.
All in all, (knock on wood) no permanent damage was done, and we learned that there's a little more than socket covers and door latches on our childproofing list!
Anyone else find out their house was not as childproofed as they thought it was through a similar experience?
For instance, I keep a dish of chocolates out on a table to satiate my occasional sweet tooth. I have a variety of the oh-so-decadent Lindt truffles to indulge in on those "nothing but a bite of chocolate will do" days. Although it took awhile for me to link the two, I eventually realized that the fever pitch of the children's laughter and activities was a direct result of the echoing emptiness of my chocolate bowl. Seriously, two of those things are like the equivalent of a full sized candy bar, and these kids knocked 'em back like a bunch of chocoholics that just fell off the wagon!
Also, when I saw two of the little 'gentlemen' bolt into our guest bathroom straight from the dinner table with a napkin-covered something or other in hand, I realized that Chris probably hadn't envisioned his Victorian-era high tank toilet being used to dispose of someone's unwanted veggies (at least I pray that's what went in there!). Thankfully the pull-chain flusher on the toilet did slow them down, at least for a bit. My mother in law noticed that one young fellow had been in the restroom an exceptionally long time, and called out if he needed help. He, of course, didn't want company and she fetched his grandmother to see if we could lure him out. His grandma asked him if he went potty... "yes"... and if he got his pants back up... "yes"... and if he washed his hands... "yes"... and if he'd flushed... "I can't figure out how!" came the plaintive wail! Once the chain was properly identified as the method of flushing, it became a source of amusement for the entire under-10 crowd, I believe.
All in all, (knock on wood) no permanent damage was done, and we learned that there's a little more than socket covers and door latches on our childproofing list!
Anyone else find out their house was not as childproofed as they thought it was through a similar experience?
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