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.

Spidey....

We have a little super hero in our midst lately. A while back he heard about superman and it became a favorite hobby of his to demand that he "save" me while I cried "save me superman, save me!" Then he would jump into my arms and I would thank him profusely and give him lots of kisses. I don't know if I'm fostering some savior complex but it's pretty amusing and it does pass the time....

A couple of months ago we found a book about Spider Man. From then on all he wanted to do was practice "Spidey moves". He even knows that Spider Mans real name is Peter Parker. Grandma J. bought the costume and whenever that mask is on he poses non-stop. Flexing, rolling around on the floor in slow motion and practicing "parkour" are a few favorite activities while in the Spidey costume.

The elusive Mr. Fish

Our newest addition. So far his name is just Beta Fish but with your help maybe we can find a name! Here are the options that we've come up with but can't decide on.

Gil

Beta Max

Finny

So far the most interesting thing to do with him is to put a mirror next to his bowl and watch him go into fighting mode. His neck puffs out and he becomes the fierce gladiator fish.

A fish is fun but someday we'll try getting one of these again..... Someday.

A stage perhaps?

We are trying to work on thankfulness and having a good attitude with Anders... Any ideas fellow parents?

Lately he has been loudly protesting (mild description) pretty much anything that I do or suggest. From going potty to singing a song.... Of course it's not all of the time but at least 3 times a day there is a some major dramatic meltdown over seemingly silly things. Every once in a while the meltdown involves flopping onto the floor which can, and mostly does, produce some sort of head bumping or other painful experience. This doesn't help.

I'm having a hard time trying to be all joy and light which I'm sure is fueling the tension.

On a side note we watched Pinocchio the night before last and hearing the beautiful good fairy tell Pinocchio "You won't be a real boy until you learn to be brave, truthful and unselfish" made a big impact. When I brought up that quote the next day he got really serious, his eyes got big and he nodded. It was way too cute.

Slow Food

I wanted to share this link because it is such an interesting topic. The blog name is The Slow Food Experiment and the author Veronica Mitchell is documenting a life without any kind of "fast" food. So everything is made from scratch including things like catchup, bread etc... In a society where food can be found on every corner (most of it not healthy) and obesity is a major problem, it's a great subject to discuss. I hope you enjoy her blog and hopefully can get as much inspiration as I am from it.

Another Silent Movie

Tonight Anders really needed to be in the kitchen with me while I baked bread. After trying play dough and coloring I filled the sink up with soapy water and it didn't let me down! Here's a little clip from my goofy camera that doesn't record sound.