Keeping busy

I've been wondering how all of my dry goods were getting rearranged.....

A little old fashioned fun, Costco style.

Getting Anders to "clean up" was the fun part. I just made up a rap about cleaning up and putting everything on the table (Boom chicka chicka, putt'n the rolls on the t-t-t-table!) and it got done lickity split!

Kids say/do the darnedest things....

Two days ago I came into the living room/dining room and found Anders opening and closing the lid of the kitchen trash can and taking big whiffs from it. I was horrified because it was a very full can and who knows what was in there! I asked him why he was smelling the trash and he said in a dopey dreamy voice "It smells like donuts". REALLY??....

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Yesterday Chris, Anders and I were enjoying a nice Sunday breakfast at the table. Chris is bouncing his leg (a habit he has that can be a bit distracting). Since Anders is getting more opinionated and sometimes ornery I thought this might be a funny conversation to look back on.

Anders - "Daddy, stop stomping your leg!"

Chris - "I can't, it's broken"

Anders - "Well, take it off and get a new one! That one's really OLD!"

Future Boy Scout

Yesterday we took advantage of our local park.... what I mean by park is the massive beautiful State Park that is within 5 minutes drive for us. We went for a hike and made it to the visitors station where there were animal pelts, snake skins, taxidermy local animals including a lynx a coyote and a mountain lion! Everything was hands on. What a fun place to bring Anders to learn about nature! The docent asked Anders to help her raise the American and California flag. He was quite pleased with himself and it really topped off our vacation like experience.

Chris' iPhone came in handy since we didn't bring our regular camera. Although all of the pictures have this etherial glow/need to clean the lens look.

Why it's important to NOT ignore your child and talk on the phone for copious lengths of time.

Yesterday I let Anders play in the shower. While he did that I chatted with my sister Heidi on the phone. We had a great conversation. We talked about everything. We laughed and talked and laughed and talked.....

At some point I figured that I should go check on Anders showering process so I walked into the bathroom and stepped in about a 1/2 inch of water. Then I smelled poop. Hmmmm that was a good time to get off the phone....

Thank goodness for towels to mop up the flood and bleach to deal with the tub that my son thought could double as a toilet. Mrs. Meyers Lemon Verbena multi-purpose solution came in handy too!

Cleaning Inspiration

On a more cheerful note.... if you need something to inspire a cleaning frenzy around your house I recommend Mrs Meyers multi-purpose cleaning soap. It can be diluted for floors, counter tops, windows, sinks and anything else that needs freshening up. The scents are amazing and I personally am loving the Lemon Verbena scent. Yummy.

Nighttime plot lines

The scene opens up with me and my accomplice struggling to hold on to Brad Pitt in waist high murky water. I have a straight edge razor and I commit a horrible murder. Brad has on red converse tennis shoes that are hard to hide even though the water is muddy. After trying to hide him we jump out and onto a shuttle bus that is waiting for us. There is a life size dummy that I have to somehow hide from the police until we can get somewhere safe! I manage to cover the dummy with jackets and my purse. We somehow manage to escape being caught.

Cut to sometime later and my remorse is slowly eating away at my soul. I don't know how I can live life with this horrendous murder on my hands. So far no one has discovered who committed the crime and I have the choice not to reveal my wicked deeds.... But I can't! I must cleanse my conscience! Even if it means rotting in a lonely jail cell for who knows how many years. I understand the repercussions of my choice but I must confess or I'll go crazy. I think that my sentence might not be so long because I'm confessing.

Next scene. Me, sweeping the hallways in the prison. It's stark and drab. Harsh light shines through the bar covered window up near the ceiling.

I step outside myself and ask the narrator "how long was she in there?"

"She never got out" he says bleakly.

I woke up feeling so sad for that old women sweeping the hallway.

Aren't dreams just great?

***after reading this It sounds a lot worse and more depressing than it felt at the time. Dreams are funny that way.