Saturday, June 27, 2009

Poo-Poo Padoo Part III

Poo-Poo Padoo: noun. Any sort of catastrophe involving poop.

Part I
Part II

We've been testing the waters of potty training with Monkey Son #2 over the past few months. One of his favorite books is now Once Upon a Potty by Alona Frankel. At one point, the character Joshua, who is trying to learn how to use the potty, has an accident on the floor. All of the sudden, that part stuck out to Monkey Son #2, and he started saying "Poopy uh floor!" (Translation: Poopy goes on the floor!)

One of the first times he said it, he went over by the toy box, then came back. Again he said, "Poopy uh floor!"


I looked behind him and saw, yes. Poopy uh floor.

So here's how our conversations go now.

"Where does poopy go?"

"Uh floor!"

"No, poopy goes on the potty. OK?"


"Where does poopy go?"

"Uh floor!"

Monday, June 22, 2009

Whynot Gadget part II

I don't quite know what to say about this. Whynot Gadget seemed to be the closest to my existing categories. As in...why not put pancake batter in a whipped cream style can?

That's right. Pancake batter in a can.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Fathers Day!

I hope all of you remember to thank the special men in your life today, whether they are your actual father, father figure, father of your children, or eventually-will-be father of your children.

I want to thank Husband for being a wonderful husband to me and an excellent father to our children. The original version of this post had a big list of all the things I appreciate about him, but I didn't want to embarrass him.

Instead, I'll simply say thank you, Husband. I love you. Happy Fathers Day.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Dosaster: noun. A domestic disaster.

So...the plumber came today. A very friendly man who certainly seemed to know his business. I explained to him the two problems. Every time I run our washing machine, it backs up into the kitchen sink. And every time I run either the washing machine or dishwasher, water leaks through the wall on the outside of the house.

"They may or may not be related," I stammered. I really hoped that a good snaking out of the pipes would fix the whole thing, despite the laws of physics or common sense.

He had been wearing a smile since he came in, but now his smile changed slightly. It was that sad, sympathetic smile a person gets when they are thinking, "Ma'am, you are not going to like what I am about to tell you."

And I didn't like what he had to tell me. He knew exactly what the problems were and what it took to fix them, but they were, in fact, two separate problems that were unrelated despite them being in the same area.

To fix the washing machine water backing up into the sink: $20. Not bad.

But to fix that leaky pipe, which involves opening up a cinder block wall: $680.


Well, it has to be done. And once it is done, I won't have to worry about it.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Mommy Day Part II

Mommy Day: noun. A day when being a mommy is exhausting and frustrating.

Part I here.

Random tantrums. Fighting over toys. Hitting, kicking, and screaming. Plumbing going haywire. Messes even bigger and more spectacular than normal. Throwing objects.

That about sums it up.

And then they want to give hugs and kisses and that somehow makes it better.

But thankfully, bedtime is coming, and the plumber will be coming out in the morning to give us an estimate. We'll start fresh tomorrow.

Monday, June 15, 2009


Can it possibly be two posts in one day? Yes, yes it is.

The ladies over at The Apron Goddesses are giving away a fantastically cute and retro-y apron. Stop on over and take a look. It is super cute.

You can find this adorable article over at The Apron Goddesses by clicking here.


Momfense: noun. An action or word that makes a mom feel offended or that she needs to go on the defensive.

The other day a friend and I were idly chatting. I think I had mentioned something about Husband's job or degree when she said, "But you have your degree, too, right?"

I told her that yes, I did. (I have a bachelor's in English).

"I never understood why someone would spend that much money on education just to stay home," she replied.

Whoa. Back up a second. What did she just say to me? What is that supposed to mean?

I stammered something about staying home wasn't my original plan (it wasn't) and I may go back to work when the kids are in school (may or may not).

What I wish I had said was I don't think education is a waste of money and I am doing what is best for me and my family. That's how I really feel.

What is so curious is why I felt I had to defend my position at all. I wasn't angry as much I was mildly offended by the remark. To me, it was as if she was telling me that I had done a foolish thing by going to college if my plan was to be a stay-at-home mother. Sorry. Even if that had been the plan, I wouldn't trade my Shakespeare and poetry classes for the world.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Whynot Gadget

Whynot Gadget: noun. An item, gadget, or tool that has a function or feature that seems unnecessary or downright silly.

There is no way I couldn't blog about this. No way. It's just too silly.

I recently received some samples of the Gillette Venus Malibu razor. First I must say that it does a pretty decent job. Pretty much done in 1-2 passes. A little expensive at about $9 for a set of three (they are disposables), but decent. Cushioned, pivoting head and three blades. Nice.

And a scented handle.

Hang on. I'll give you a second.

OK, are you with me? Scented handle.

Some of you out there are saying, "Oh, neat!" But if you are like me, whose insanely logical engineer husband has rubbed off on them, you are saying, "Wait, what? What for?"

I just thought a scented handle was kind of silly. Is it going to leave a scent on your skin? No? Then what is it for?

So here's what I picture: Walking in to a room full of people who came up with the idea of the razor and asking them why they made that handle scented. I suspect I'd get one of two answers. One being, "To make it more appealing to women within the demographic of x and y," and the other simply being, "Why not?"