Sometimes we have a stretch of time where nothing happens, but then in hindsight I realize lots of little things happened and other things have been playing on my mind, so here's that.
How Entourage Has Enriched Our Family
The quickest way to combat a meltdown in our house is to "hug it out" (minus, of course, the "bitch" part). And it works: it is hard to stay frustrated and cranky after pausing for a giant bear hug.
Yesterday after a very tearful time out Molly came up and asked if we could hug it out, and we did. Then Maggie wanted to hug it out, and Molly observed that we were making a hug sandwich: she and I were the bread, and Maggie was the peanut butter and jelly.
Floradix Comes In Pill Form
I'm obsessed with Floradix, which is basically the modern day version of Lydia Pinkham's tonic. Most stores only carry the liquid version, which is fine, I think it's delicious, but today I found the pills in stock at Whole Foods and snapped them up for travel purposes. Now I can be awake and alive on tour.
I Will Never Not Love Trader Joe's
Specifically, this week, because of the organic mini peanut butter cracker sandwiches. Holy crap, they're good. TJ's comes up with awesome new products just frequently enough for me to forgive them when something I have learned to rely on disappears forever (whither the thin-sliced sirloin, bitches? That was the foundation of four meals a month!)
The G-D Disney Princesses
Molly is so singlemindedly adamant about being Mulan for Halloween. I will regret until my dying day the detour into the Disney Store "just to peek". You know, those costumes sell in used condition on eBay for pretty much what they sell for in stores? You know, the cost of a pattern and fabric and trim and whatnot is pretty much the same as what the damn costume costs anyway, plus it'd take me half a lifetime to make?
The worst part about it is that I really, really want to get it for her. And I know she'll wear the hell out of it.
Why Can't I Have Stripey Tights?
Really, why are women's tights of the thick pantyhose variety, mostly black and neutral, instead of the thick cottony colorful tights little girls get? I want some damn rainbow tights. And I don't want to have to order them from Sweden or some damn place and pay $40 a pair. I want them for five bucks, same as the kids' tights, same as the boring "opaque control top black" women's tights at Target.
After a lifetime of responding with either "Yeddo!" or "I dunno!" whenever you ask her what color something is, Maggie finally gave in this week and admitted to knowing her colors. All of them. All at once, she started answering correctly. She was thrown off by my turquoise earrings, though: "Is boo. No, is geen. No--boo". That's how I know it wasn't just lucky guessing.
The Last Knit
This little cartoon on YouTube is the funniest thing I've seen in a while (and probably the funniest cartoon about knitting, ever).
Now, the children are soaking wet from a "we can brush our teeth ourselves" gone horribly wrong. So have a good weekend.