Sad Day :(

The other day I made sugar cookie dough. The recipe says to let it sit at least 1 hour in the fridge, but you can make them whenever once the dough is chilled. I got out the first half, put it on our Rollpat, and took my Silpin (we have a red one) to it. I didn't use very much force, but there was a loud *CRACK* and then my Silpin started to bend at the middle. It had broken!! :'(

Oh I am so sad!! We only used it like a whole 3 times! I guess my only consolation is that my cookies turned out decent, and I know where to get a Silpin for half of the list price.

Quilt Shoppe Grand Opening

Gracie Lou's Quilt Shoppe is having their online store grand opening, and they are giving away so much cool stuff! Seriously, so exciting! And, if you're one of the first 20 orders, you get a little something extra! Don't believe me? Go to their blog or their online store and see for yourself! (But the deals are only on the website, so make sure you stop by there.) Seriously! GO THERE NOW!

Instead of...

I cleaned the whole "storage" room out today.

Not so much out, as tidied up.

And not so much up as moved things around.

And not so much the whole room as 1/4 of it.

And I did it at 11 PM.

Instead of studying.

I really should've studied.

Then I watched TMZ while binding Marsh's quilt.

Instead of studying.

And now I'm blogging.

Instead of studying.

Maybe I'll just go to bed.

I can always study tomorrow.

Right?

What the ....?

Tonight we, Marsh and I, went to McDonald's for dinner. Mike was driving home from Moab, which was taking forever, and Marsh wanted "Spite! Chichen! Fry!" (Sprite, chicken, fries) for dinner. I got out a box of Mac n Cheese, which usually gets him going with "CHEE! CHEE!" but he kept crying and screaming for "SPITE! CHICHEN! FRY!" So I loaded him up in the car and we headed for McDonald's.

We have several free movie rentals from RedBox that we need to use, so I decided to rent Prince Caspian, the new one. I parked the car, got out and locked the doors so no one could steal Marsh out of it while my back was turned. There wasn't anyone else at the movie stand, so I hurried and rented my movie and rushed back to the car. It was freezing outside!

When I got to the car, can you guess what I saw? Marsh sound asleep in the backseat? Nope. Marsh turning his carseat lights on and off? Nope.

Marsh sitting in the driver's seat pretending he was driving the car? YEP!

Somehow he had unbuckled his seatbelt (which he does quite frequently), and managed to climb over the parking break without disengaging it (it doesn't hold very well if you bump it. It has issues), and was sitting ever so nicely in my seat pretending to drive the car. He even had one hand on the gear shifter! SO CUTE! I wish I had my camera, because it was the funniest thing, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

Bye-Bye ba-ba

Monday we started cutting back on the bottle usage. I deliberately did not fill one up before going to work. I took an empty one and hid it in my bag, but fortunately did not have to use it. Marsh sure did put up a fight though. When we got home, he wanted one so badly he was willing to go straight to bed. Of course, he woke up at 11 starving, so I had to fix a whole other meal, but that was okay because he fell right back to sleep after eating.



Tuesday he did pretty good too. He actually ate all of his dinner. Then he went to bed at bedtime without any fuss. He even sat in his crib for 5 minutes before the crying started. I only put a little milk in it, and he was fine. Oh, except that he needed to have his elephant in bed with him.

We don't have both sizes, just the big one that came with the train (which is "sleeping" in time out in the spare room because I cannot stand it: "Climb on board the animal train, come and sing along. Learning about animals is really lots of fun. Colors and sizes, what they say, if they're fast or slow. Learning about animals, there's so much to know! *choo choo*)

Anyway, he wanted the elephant. I let him have it. As I sit here typing this blog post, I can hear the ears, legs, and trunk being twisted, as they make a lovely loud clicking noise, and am dreading eagerly awaiting the cry for "MOMMY!" At least the clicking is a great warning device. It signals "Mom should get ready to jump up at a second's notice to fix whatever is wrong with baby."

Anyway, he is doing surprisingly well adjusting to no bottles during the day. I just hope he can keep it up! And that I have the patience to deal with:

"MOMMY! BA-BA!"

"MOMMY! MOMMY! BA-BA! BA-BA!"

"MO-MMY! MO-MMY! BAAAAAAA-BAAAAAAA! HEP YOU! BAAAAA-BAAAA! HEP! MOMMY! MOMMY!"

Any tips or suggestions? I am totally open! I've been doing the milk in the sippy cup thing, but he really hates most of his sippy cups. Is there a brand that anyone prefers over another one? Really, totally open for suggestions here! :) THANKS! :)

Ummm...yeah

Have you seen this? It is the Clapper Plus. What makes it a plus? It has a nifty little remote control. Oh, because the Clapper "classic" was too hard to work? It's too hard to clap your hands together to get things to turn on? Now we have to have a remote control that controls the Clapper instead? Ummm....yeah.....how lazy can we get? It is a sad, sad day when we are too lazy to clap our hands to turn the lights on.

How To

Last week we got our condo complex newsletter. Normally we skim over the two pages, take note of what you can be fined for and how much, and then pledge to keep an eye on any neighbors who are not following the rules (we really don't turn people in. To each his own, and let someone else get the neighbors in trouble!) This time, however, we read the newsletter thoroughly. There were a few odd things that caught my eye:

1) Please don't use your garbage disposals. Put your food in the garbage. Above all, do not put rice down the sink. (duh! If we can't throw rice at weddings because it kills the birds, then of course it will kill the sink! Also, if you don't want us having garbage disposals, why in the HECK did you put them in the units to begin with?!)

2) If you have wood floors, try not to walk on them. They are loud for the people below you. (So does this mean I can't use my kitchen? Or my dining area? How about you just say that we should just sit still at all times and magically transport ourselves to the other rooms of the house? Why should I even care? The people downstairs already hate us. I'm sure they couldn't possibly hate us anymore than they already do.)

3) You can do some minor car repair work in the parking lot, but we will decide what is too much and if you should get fined or not. (So, does this mean I can or cannot change my spark plugs? What if my car doesn't start because my spark plugs are broken? Are you going to get mad at me for popping my hood and staring inquisitively under it? Does that count as a repair? And have you been fining the people in units 85 and 86 for ripping their TRANSMISSIONS apart in the parking lot and leaving them there all day?)

4) Charcoal BBQs are not allowed. If you have one, please get rid of it. (We don't have one, but what if we did, and there wasn't any room in the storage closet to store it? Does that mean we would have to throw it away? Isn't that like, a waste a money, and something that should probably be avoided? And how come the people downstairs get to keep their charcoal BBQ?)

5) Your balconies are not to be used for storage. Please make sure everything is kept neat and clean, and there are no boxes or clutter on them. (So, what constitutes storage? Does this mean that the people in the next building over who store all of their kids' toys on their balcony have to find a new home for all that crap? What about our building rep's apartment? They have coolers on their balcony! Does that count for storage? I have an empty flower pot. Are you going to fine me because it is winter and my flowers are dead?)

The one that got me the most, though, was the wood floor one. Seriously, avoid walking on your wood floors? Hmm...yeah, okay.... in light of this, I have come up with a tutorial.

How to get your 2 year old to walk softly on the wood floor so as not to piss off your neighbors (the downstairs ones, as the next door ones slam their cupboards late at night and probably wouldn't care how much noise we made since they seem to always be partying anyways....stupid blender and margaritas on Thanksgiving at 1 AM!)

1. Intice the 2 year old into a game of peekaboo. Or, in our family, "Where are you?"

2. Play several rounds with your hands.

3. Start hiding under the quilt and see if he can find you.

4. Throw the quilt over his head and tell him to look for Mommy, who happens to be standing in the kitchen.

5. Try not to laugh too hard as he shuffles slowly and quietly into the kitchen looking for Mommy saying: "Mommy! Where are you?!" right before he runs into the dishwasher.

6. Take the blanket off and say "Here I am!"

7. Repeat until he tires of the game. Or until you tire of the game. Usually it's the latter.