![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I can so carry a tune in a bucket. Sheet music doesn’t take up that much space, just have to bend it to fit.
Tags:
Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it today, and happy Thursday to those who don't.
And for anyone who is having a rough time of whatever type, I send caring and hope it gets better in whatever way it can.
Meanwhile, I share a brief and silly story to brighten your day. We are having Thanksgiving dinner at home, and I don't normally cook a Thanksgiving dinner - let alone a full turkey. But as I was able to get a free one at the store while buying what I would have anyway, I am in fact cooking a whole turkey. Plus miscellaneous sides and so on, though at this stage there's very little left to be done other than application of heat and some mixing for some of them.
But! I was planning out tucking the roasting pan and the sheet pan the rolls will be on back in the oven to cool (so they won't be on the counter when I need that counter space!) later on. At the same time I was getting a kid some microwave pasta because it's hours yet until the feast and he was hungry now.
So I put on the oven gloves to take the bowl from the microwave (four minutes makes for a very hot glass bowl, and I prefer not to burn my hands), moved it to the hot pad I'd set out, turned back to close the microwave door, and - because I'd been thinking about returning things to the oven which is right next to the microwave - very nearly took the gloves off and tucked them in the microwave.
I'd have had a right hard time finding THOSE when I next needed them! Fortunately they are back where they are supposed to be, so I don't have to use a clumsier oven mitt to get the turkey out later, only to find what I needed a bit after when I microwave the peas.
And for anyone who is having a rough time of whatever type, I send caring and hope it gets better in whatever way it can.
Meanwhile, I share a brief and silly story to brighten your day. We are having Thanksgiving dinner at home, and I don't normally cook a Thanksgiving dinner - let alone a full turkey. But as I was able to get a free one at the store while buying what I would have anyway, I am in fact cooking a whole turkey. Plus miscellaneous sides and so on, though at this stage there's very little left to be done other than application of heat and some mixing for some of them.
But! I was planning out tucking the roasting pan and the sheet pan the rolls will be on back in the oven to cool (so they won't be on the counter when I need that counter space!) later on. At the same time I was getting a kid some microwave pasta because it's hours yet until the feast and he was hungry now.
So I put on the oven gloves to take the bowl from the microwave (four minutes makes for a very hot glass bowl, and I prefer not to burn my hands), moved it to the hot pad I'd set out, turned back to close the microwave door, and - because I'd been thinking about returning things to the oven which is right next to the microwave - very nearly took the gloves off and tucked them in the microwave.
I'd have had a right hard time finding THOSE when I next needed them! Fortunately they are back where they are supposed to be, so I don't have to use a clumsier oven mitt to get the turkey out later, only to find what I needed a bit after when I microwave the peas.
Me: ...okay, we need to buy more milk also.... *types in 'skim milk'*
Website: 8 products and 1 coupon found
Me: Oo, a coupon! For what size I wonder? *click*
Website: Breast milk bags!
Me: Ummm. Right, products....
Website: 8 products and 1 coupon found
Me: Oo, a coupon! For what size I wonder? *click*
Website: Breast milk bags!
Me: Ummm. Right, products....
So. When I pack a banana as a snack, I take a Sharpie and write a little note on it. Sometimes it's sweet or kind or encouraging.
Often it is, instead, a joke. Usually a corny joke - which around here gets called "a Mom joke" if that tells you anything. :)
So, I think earlier this week but maybe it was late last, I sent them in with bananas that read:
This is funny, and I thought Ian in particular would get a good laugh out of it. I was right, but I was a little underestimating, apparently. At parent-teacher conference yesterday, his teacher told me he enjoyed it greatly. Then he told it to her a couple times. And he told it to all his classmates, all of whom started laughing. (She's not sure they all got it - some just liked saying 'fsh!' she thinks, or found it funny because everyone else did.) Then they told it to each other. And her.
...I wonder how many parents got to hear about fsh! that night.
There's a variant in our house now - I first heard it from Ian, apparently he got it from Andrew, and where Andrew got it I am not sure.
...my Mom joke has been one-upped, even.
Often it is, instead, a joke. Usually a corny joke - which around here gets called "a Mom joke" if that tells you anything. :)
So, I think earlier this week but maybe it was late last, I sent them in with bananas that read:
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?
A: A fsh!
This is funny, and I thought Ian in particular would get a good laugh out of it. I was right, but I was a little underestimating, apparently. At parent-teacher conference yesterday, his teacher told me he enjoyed it greatly. Then he told it to her a couple times. And he told it to all his classmates, all of whom started laughing. (She's not sure they all got it - some just liked saying 'fsh!' she thinks, or found it funny because everyone else did.) Then they told it to each other. And her.
...I wonder how many parents got to hear about fsh! that night.
There's a variant in our house now - I first heard it from Ian, apparently he got it from Andrew, and where Andrew got it I am not sure.
Q: What do you call a fish with no eyes?
A: A leaky pipe! *hand gestures of water splashing out* FSH!
...my Mom joke has been one-upped, even.
Those who are familiar with Badge Magic are probably saying "oh no" based on that subject line. For those who are not: it is an adhesive used to attach Scout emblems and patches to uniform shirts. It's also designed to be fully removeable, leaving the shirt and patches reusable; as such, it's not as strong as sewing them on or using an iron on or fusing item, but it's much more convenient if your Scout outgrows the shirt but still needs those patches. And of course, it has its own arcane rules. (It's also more convenient because you can use it without any special tools but a pair of scissors, although access to a dryer is preferred - it heat-sets in the dryer, which is ideal, but it's pretty good at what it does even before that step.)
So, yesterday, I did a load of kids' laundry. I knew that Andrew's class-A Cub Scout shirt was in there, but I forgot, and just tossed it in the washer. Ooops. You should wash these things inside-out (even if you sew on the badges, it's probably a good idea; if you use Badge Magic you definitely should) so all the edges of all those patches don't catch on things and get pulled away.
I kind of got lucky - I spotted it post-wash and fixed it before the dryer, so at least they didn't continue to get pried off, and also none of them came all the way off (although one of the little segments came close).
So I dried it and figured that today I would try to reattach all the loose bits with more Badge Magic. ( If you know badge magic, you can guess the alternative and the details. If you don't, they're here, but probably still boring. )
Laura's monologue this morning:
I showed Scott the results pre-heat-set and he agreed they looked good. Into the dryer for 10 minutes to heat-set it (an optional but highly recommended step) and lay it flat to settle after. I think it's all back to normal, and if not, I'll just have to tweak a few corners. Which is, um, when I'm most likely to temporarily stick my fingers together. At least it isn't superglue.
Given all this, I figure that next month Andrew will have a sudden growth spurt and outgrow the shirt, because that is just my luck. :P
So, yesterday, I did a load of kids' laundry. I knew that Andrew's class-A Cub Scout shirt was in there, but I forgot, and just tossed it in the washer. Ooops. You should wash these things inside-out (even if you sew on the badges, it's probably a good idea; if you use Badge Magic you definitely should) so all the edges of all those patches don't catch on things and get pulled away.
I kind of got lucky - I spotted it post-wash and fixed it before the dryer, so at least they didn't continue to get pried off, and also none of them came all the way off (although one of the little segments came close).
So I dried it and figured that today I would try to reattach all the loose bits with more Badge Magic. ( If you know badge magic, you can guess the alternative and the details. If you don't, they're here, but probably still boring. )
Laura's monologue this morning:
- I hope Badge Magic can save me.
- Oh, this is going to be tedious.
- There, got one on! This is going to work. I love Badge Magic. Of course, that was one of the two easy ones because it peeled so far back, but still, this is going to work.
- Ugh, how big a piece do I need here?
- I hate Badge Magic. No, get OFF my FINGERS.
- There. Try again. Oh, that worked. Fiddly, but it worked. I love Badge Magic.
- This segment almost came off. I'll just take it off, rough-clean the area without solvent, and put it back on.
- Why could it not have been the Raingutter Regatta segment that came off? I wanted to replace that one with the other segment for that with the other color set, anyway.
- Oh, I hate Badge Magic. Good thing I'm not going to put my fingers in the dryer, but I'd like the use of my thumb back.
- Um, no, no, no. No gluing the scissors shut.
- Arrrgh, what was this pre-attached badge attached with? Well, it wasn't sewn and all the others were, so I'm hoping it was Badge Magic. Even if it wasn't, it should still work to do it now.
- Hey, it worked! Oh, argh, get OFF my FINGERS you stuff. There.
I showed Scott the results pre-heat-set and he agreed they looked good. Into the dryer for 10 minutes to heat-set it (an optional but highly recommended step) and lay it flat to settle after. I think it's all back to normal, and if not, I'll just have to tweak a few corners. Which is, um, when I'm most likely to temporarily stick my fingers together. At least it isn't superglue.
Given all this, I figure that next month Andrew will have a sudden growth spurt and outgrow the shirt, because that is just my luck. :P
Tags:
Pepsi: That was the biggest PR blunder of the week, year maybe.
— Lance Bradley (@Lance_Bradley) April 11, 2017
United: Hold my beer.
Sean Spicer: LEEEEEEEEEERROOOOOOOY JEEEENNNNNNKINS!
I hesitate to share this, given what it says about my house, but enh. It's hilarious.
Friday, we cleaned the laundry room, including sweeping and scrubbing the floor. That room has a kitty litter box, and their food and water, besides the laundry stuff.
Tonight Ian helped me move a load of laundry to the dryer. But only after stopping two steps into the room to exclaim "The floor is gone!"
Friday, we cleaned the laundry room, including sweeping and scrubbing the floor. That room has a kitty litter box, and their food and water, besides the laundry stuff.
Tonight Ian helped me move a load of laundry to the dryer. But only after stopping two steps into the room to exclaim "The floor is gone!"
I picked the boys up at day care tonight. On the way home tonight:
Drew grabbed the green toy car and announced, "I have the cool car!"
He was taunting Ian. Ian grabbed the silver car and replied happily, "I have the cool car!"
Drew, sounding aggravated: "I do!"
Ian, sounding happy: "I do!"
Repeat a couple times as Drew gets more frustrated before I tell them both to drop it.
Later, Ian, aggravated tone: "Mommy, Drew is LOOKING out my WINDOW!"
...
And still later they argued whether the man in the construction site was Bob the Builder, a discussion that has happened _every time_ Ian has seen people in the construction site since they started. Made much more hilarious tonight because the dude probably shouldn't have been in there, didn't have a hat on, and was walking his small dog. (It was after-hours and no one was working, but.)
Drew grabbed the green toy car and announced, "I have the cool car!"
He was taunting Ian. Ian grabbed the silver car and replied happily, "I have the cool car!"
Drew, sounding aggravated: "I do!"
Ian, sounding happy: "I do!"
Repeat a couple times as Drew gets more frustrated before I tell them both to drop it.
Later, Ian, aggravated tone: "Mommy, Drew is LOOKING out my WINDOW!"
...
And still later they argued whether the man in the construction site was Bob the Builder, a discussion that has happened _every time_ Ian has seen people in the construction site since they started. Made much more hilarious tonight because the dude probably shouldn't have been in there, didn't have a hat on, and was walking his small dog. (It was after-hours and no one was working, but.)
Ian's two-year appointment is this Friday. Tonight, he got the toddler bench, shoved it out of the family room and next to the light switch in the kitchen, and turned the lights on and off until we told him that wasn't a good way to play with lights. We took the bench back where it belonged and redirected him.
So for this appointment, there's a survey on developmental goals. Fine motor included: "Does your child flip switches off and on?" Problem solving included: "If your child wants something he cannot reach, does he find a chair or box to stand on to reach it?"
I've ALMOST stopped laughing, five minutes later. Except I'm now giggling again.
So for this appointment, there's a survey on developmental goals. Fine motor included: "Does your child flip switches off and on?" Problem solving included: "If your child wants something he cannot reach, does he find a chair or box to stand on to reach it?"
I've ALMOST stopped laughing, five minutes later. Except I'm now giggling again.
I gave Scott a See's candy (and had one myself). The boys did not see the exchange. Seconds later, Ian showed up and saw Scott holding the empty See's wrapper and was VERY SAD at Scott. VERY SAD. Empty wrapper SO SAD.
Scott looked at the wrapper, picked up one of Ian's binks, and folded the wrapper around it. Handed it to Ian. Who unwrapped it and danced around gleefully stamping his feet. NO MORE SAD. SEE'S BINK, ALL GOOD.
Scott looked at the wrapper, picked up one of Ian's binks, and folded the wrapper around it. Handed it to Ian. Who unwrapped it and danced around gleefully stamping his feet. NO MORE SAD. SEE'S BINK, ALL GOOD.
...or you might imply what you didn't want to.
My LiveJournal friends page is still my old feed style, for however long I keep it. I saw the new one in beta and hate hate HATE it.
At the top I now get a message: "You're using the old version of the Friends page — switch to the new one and try to customize it." ("switch to the new one" and "customize" are links there.)
...TRY to customize it, but you won't succeed. LOL. I think they don't want "try to" in there, unless they are mocking your inability to customize it, which who knows, maybe they are.
My LiveJournal friends page is still my old feed style, for however long I keep it. I saw the new one in beta and hate hate HATE it.
At the top I now get a message: "You're using the old version of the Friends page — switch to the new one and try to customize it." ("switch to the new one" and "customize" are links there.)
...TRY to customize it, but you won't succeed. LOL. I think they don't want "try to" in there, unless they are mocking your inability to customize it, which who knows, maybe they are.
Tags:
[copied from Facebook, because, short but FUNNY]
Hehehehehe. Scott tells me there was much hilarity at pick-up from day care today. See, for kids through the transition rooms, there's a daily paper that tells you what they ate, when they ate, when they napped, when their diaper was changed, etc. (Lunacy, overall, but handy if you're monitoring something.)
When they handed the one for Ian for today over, Drew asked, "Is that the receipt for Ian?"
Hehehehehe. Scott tells me there was much hilarity at pick-up from day care today. See, for kids through the transition rooms, there's a daily paper that tells you what they ate, when they ate, when they napped, when their diaper was changed, etc. (Lunacy, overall, but handy if you're monitoring something.)
When they handed the one for Ian for today over, Drew asked, "Is that the receipt for Ian?"
Um. I may have let these go too long. On the other hand, seeing a two-month span, I'm struck by two things:
1. More days with more than one gratitude posted/sent. This is becoming a habit of thinking - yay!
2. Ian has progressed from an itty bitty baby who needed support to sit, to sitting unassisted, to pushing himself to sitting. From struggling to commando-crawl (and failing) to crawling, to (just this weekend) pulling himself to *standing*. From eating no table food to eating a wide variety of foods.
( May 21-31 )
( June )
( July 1-16 )
1. More days with more than one gratitude posted/sent. This is becoming a habit of thinking - yay!
2. Ian has progressed from an itty bitty baby who needed support to sit, to sitting unassisted, to pushing himself to sitting. From struggling to commando-crawl (and failing) to crawling, to (just this weekend) pulling himself to *standing*. From eating no table food to eating a wide variety of foods.
( May 21-31 )
( June )
( July 1-16 )
Tags:
Gratitudes and a few cute kid moments. All have previously appeared on my Twitter and Facebook.
( I like having friends, therefore I cut-tag )
( I like having friends, therefore I cut-tag )
Tags:
Scott (outside): "Open the door, Drew."
Drew (inside): "Not until you ring the doorbell!"
Scott: "I can't, my hands are full. Open the door!"
Drew: "Noooo...."
Me (inside but watching Ian): "Ding dong, this is the doorbell!"
Drew: *opens the door*
Every so often, I have moments of inspiration that *actually work how I expect*. Every so often.
( And a few more, but if you read my Twitter or Facebook you've seen them. )
Drew (inside): "Not until you ring the doorbell!"
Scott: "I can't, my hands are full. Open the door!"
Drew: "Noooo...."
Me (inside but watching Ian): "Ding dong, this is the doorbell!"
Drew: *opens the door*
Every so often, I have moments of inspiration that *actually work how I expect*. Every so often.
( And a few more, but if you read my Twitter or Facebook you've seen them. )
In Jungle Junction there's a storyline about a flower that smells like whatever smell the person likes best. One character says it smells like popcorn.
Drew has started sniffing things and saying "Mmm...smells like popcorn!" (Despite having no interest in actual popcorn.)
This morning he leaned close to his brother, sniffed, and announced, "He smells like Ian!" Awww.
Drew has started sniffing things and saying "Mmm...smells like popcorn!" (Despite having no interest in actual popcorn.)
This morning he leaned close to his brother, sniffed, and announced, "He smells like Ian!" Awww.
So, Apple's weight was down. The vet wants Ray to stay on the weight-control dry food...so we try to supplement Apple. Preferably with a small amount of canned, although the vet noted we may need to use full-calorie dry dispensed in small amounts if that's all she's used to, it may be all she will eat.
We started with the same-brand wet food, again per the vet's recommendation, to see if she'd take it. Tonight was the first try. Dunno if she'll take any of the other flavors, but this one was a resounding failure. She not only declined to taste it, after sniffing it, she hung around and demanded petting by head-butting the forkful I was trying to tempt her with. So she technically got some of the food in question. On, you know, her eyebrow, not in her mouth.
Yeah, snubbed by a professional, that was. She declined to even *notice* it as food...after sniffing it carefully. LOL.
We started with the same-brand wet food, again per the vet's recommendation, to see if she'd take it. Tonight was the first try. Dunno if she'll take any of the other flavors, but this one was a resounding failure. She not only declined to taste it, after sniffing it, she hung around and demanded petting by head-butting the forkful I was trying to tempt her with. So she technically got some of the food in question. On, you know, her eyebrow, not in her mouth.
Yeah, snubbed by a professional, that was. She declined to even *notice* it as food...after sniffing it carefully. LOL.
Drew: "No, no, don't pause it, Daddy!"
Scott: "Yes, yes, pause it, Drew!"
Me: "Are you theorizing?" *
Scott: (groans) "Yes, I'm hy-pause-thesizing."
...he wins.
[* If that made no sense, I treated 'pause it' as 'posit'.]
Scott: "Yes, yes, pause it, Drew!"
Me: "Are you theorizing?" *
Scott: (groans) "Yes, I'm hy-pause-thesizing."
...he wins.
[* If that made no sense, I treated 'pause it' as 'posit'.]
Had a small birthday party for Drew - we invited three of his age-mates, two of whom were able to make it, and their families. I think the kids had a good time overall (one was tired, and very withdrawn until the other guest left - she and Drew get very noisy/rambunctious together - but with only us and them around and things much quieter, he and Drew played together happily for a while).
I hope the adults did. I know I did; I enjoyed the idle conversation, I enjoyed watching the presents be opened, and I very much enjoyed the cupcake faces of doom. I got a store-bought cupcake style cake (flowers, as Drew had requested; I should've thought to photograph it, and didn't, but I believe D has a picture of Drew blowing out the candle that may show it), and the frosting was thick and vividly colored. As a consequence, the kids' faces and hands, and in some cases clothing were ALSO vividly colored....
In the failed notice check department, Scott checked if Drew had gotten the paper off his cupcake, concluded he had (as the paper was on his plate), and was then corrected by someone else that Drew had the paper off his FIRST cupcake, but this was the second, still with paper on. The cupcakes had been right in front of him on the table, you see.... I missed when he grabbed the second but I had realized he was *on* his second, because he had red *and* yellow frosting around his mouth - and there was only one color per cupcake. We moved the remainder off the table not too long after that....
A pleasant couple hours; I'm glad they could make it over. Also, I appear to have been able to eat sandwiches (with cheese) and cupcakes (with frosting) with dairy pills. So I may be on the road back to eating dairy when I want to, with pills, finally. Extra happiness.
Ian slept through the whole two hours (and had slept for an hour or so before). He woke up, pigged out, and went back to sleep. ...I hope he sleeps tonight, but that may not be plausible at this point. Ah, well. I was grateful he was napping right then as it made it easier to socialize with our guests.
I hope the adults did. I know I did; I enjoyed the idle conversation, I enjoyed watching the presents be opened, and I very much enjoyed the cupcake faces of doom. I got a store-bought cupcake style cake (flowers, as Drew had requested; I should've thought to photograph it, and didn't, but I believe D has a picture of Drew blowing out the candle that may show it), and the frosting was thick and vividly colored. As a consequence, the kids' faces and hands, and in some cases clothing were ALSO vividly colored....
In the failed notice check department, Scott checked if Drew had gotten the paper off his cupcake, concluded he had (as the paper was on his plate), and was then corrected by someone else that Drew had the paper off his FIRST cupcake, but this was the second, still with paper on. The cupcakes had been right in front of him on the table, you see.... I missed when he grabbed the second but I had realized he was *on* his second, because he had red *and* yellow frosting around his mouth - and there was only one color per cupcake. We moved the remainder off the table not too long after that....
A pleasant couple hours; I'm glad they could make it over. Also, I appear to have been able to eat sandwiches (with cheese) and cupcakes (with frosting) with dairy pills. So I may be on the road back to eating dairy when I want to, with pills, finally. Extra happiness.
Ian slept through the whole two hours (and had slept for an hour or so before). He woke up, pigged out, and went back to sleep. ...I hope he sleeps tonight, but that may not be plausible at this point. Ah, well. I was grateful he was napping right then as it made it easier to socialize with our guests.
...and he snores or murmurs while you have it turned on and vibrating, well, he just might sound like a tribble (link is a 10-second mp3).