Drivel

So I had a couple of just fabulous posts planned out- one is some fish tacos that I concocted the other night, and the other an interesting exploration of the genesis of the "McMansion" and its architectural failings.

Instead, I got sucked into an episode of some Househunters-esque show wherein a couple from Memphis was buying a house on 30A, so instead y'all are getting a bunch of random half-thoughts and pictures of my kids.  You know the drill.

While watching said HGTV time-sucking drivel, I was cutting up old magazines for Miss Priss to do her "work"- otherwise known as, gluing pictures onto construction paper.  Thanks to Kate for this genius idea.

 My favorite snack of late- a coconut La Croix mixed with lemonade coconut water, and some nut thins and some cheese.

 "I a pwrin-cess, Mama!  Dance to Frozen!"

 Buddy says if he has to listen to the damn Frozen soundtrack one more time, he is going to bust through his invisible fence.  I know the feeling.

 This little fella.  Don't you just want to squeeze him?

 What else has been going on?  Dell Harper has made friends in the grocery store.

 She helped me string beans the other night- really got the hang of it, much to my delight.  I've been waiting for the day when I can put these kids to work.

 We went downtown for lunch on Sunday.  While waiting for a table, Morgan hung with Deeds, while I played and chased Dell Harper.  A woman came up to us, asking for money- a dollar bill in exchange for four quarters which morphed into her tale of woe and hunger and need for money for food.  I got super excited when I realized I had one of Dell Harper's breakfast bars in my purse.  I gave it to the woman (who looked rather disappointed, to be honest).  Confused, she reiterated her spiel about needing money, so I gave her what little cash I had and she scooted.  Probably worried I would start digging more food out of my purse.

All of the sudden DH started HOLLERING at me "BASKETBALL!!!  MY BASKETBALL, MOMMY!!"

It took a few seconds of her growing increasingly frustrated and pissed off before I realized she was saying "BREAKFAST BAR!! You gave my breakfast bar to that guy!  That MY breakfast bar!"

I did my best not to just fall out laughing, and tried to explain to her about charity and giving what we have to others.  Didn't go down too well with a two-year old, who was frankly disgusted at my naivete.  Finally, I just said "Good job sharing.  Let's go play on these rocks. Yay."

What else?  I have not started packing yet.  I have read lots of packing tips on the Internet though.  That counts for something, right?

I finally figured out why it is impossible to keep my house clean.  Compare my darling niece eating yogurt (outside- my SIL is smart) at nine months, with DH eating yogurt at 9 months.

Hmmm.  Maybe Deeds will be neat and tidy.

Somehow I doubt it.  Good thing he is so cute.

Okay, I am determined to get some good sleep tonight, even if I have to crush up some Ambien in my toddler's dinner.  Just kidding.  Don't call Child Services.

Judging a Craigslist Book by its Cover

So, after my amazing Baker dining table and chairs find, I might have gotten a little cocky with my Craigslist abilities.  I have been hunting for a decent china cabinet for super cheap that I can transform with some paint.  I missed out on a beautiful antique one that was stored in someone's barn, offered at $45.  I should have jumped on it.  Anyway, I found another one that was poor picture quality, but only $75.  I decided it was a hidden gem, and I needed to look at it.

Morgan was quite leery of the whole endeavor, but came along with me to check it out Sunday.  Therefore, we also had both kiddos with us as well.  We pull up to the address- a house which is hidden from the (not-so-great, but not awful) road.  Morgan states that, once again, he does not like the look of this.  A young man, who looks like an Appalachian version of someone on Breaking Bad opens a chain link gate for us to drive through, then locks it behind us.  Morgan freaks out, then calmly tells me to go on in, while he sits in the car with the kids.  I felt my bravado deserting me with each step forward.  There was probably eight cars sitting out front, and a woman who tells me that she just has to kennel the dogs, then I can come in.  I spy another person fooling with the dogs, and the Breaking Bad fellow helpfully adds "one of them dogs is real aggressive, but the rest is good."

This gives me my exit strategy.  Every fiber of my being is telling me that no hidden gem is worth going in this house.  While backing toward the car, I start blabbering about how I'm real scared of dogs, and was bit as a kid.  I can't be around them at all, I'm sorry, I have to go, etc.  I jump into the car, much to Morgan's bemusement.  The lady is hollering at me about how she's kenneling the dogs, so what's my problem.  I have to hop out, open and close the gate, all while a sweet pit bull is sniffing me.  I forgot to act scared of the dog, but I was so ready to get out of there without my tires being shot at that my general fear was probably apparent.

Now, the thing is, I totally judged a book by its cover. The woman's e-mails were coherent and not rife with misspellings.  However, sometimes you gotta go with your gut.  Morgan was rather triumphant at his better judgment.  We both agreed that I probably need to take a break from Craigslist for a bit.

Oh, but I haven't gotten to the best part.  About 20 minutes after a turned tail and ran, I get an email from the seller.

That was extremely rude. I've worked my schedule today around you looking at this hutch. Its people like you that give good dogs bad reputations. I could have easily kenneled them. Thank you for wasting my time.

In my defense, we agreed me coming out to see it about an hour or two beforehand, so there wasn't much advance planning involved.  However, there was nothing I could do but apologize in reply, and acknowledge that I should have mentioned my "dog-phobia".  Buddy was very disappointed in me when I got home.  His mama- the dog-reputation sullier.

So no more Craigslist bargain hunting for me for a while.  At least until I find some wicker furniture for the new porch. . .

Weekend Review

 I hope you are ready for a gazillion pictures of the best day of my oldest child's life to date.

 Swinging.

 Decorated tricycle for neighborhood parade.

Post parade popsicle and bubbles with her buddies.

 After the parade we hit up the country club for a carnival and cookout.

 Face-painting, popcorn and a sno-cone for dinner, bounce houses and a carousel?  What more could a girl want?

Little Deeds was not as impressed.

He napped for approximately 8 seconds, then had to go home with Morgan for his normal bedtime of 6:30-ish, while I partied with Miss Priss until way past her bedtime.  I tried to be responsible and get her home at a somewhat reasonable hour.  I should have just stayed for the fireworks though- she was so amped up that I despaired of ever getting her to sleep once we got home.

Saturday night we went to a friend's house on the lake for a casual cookout.  Some friends were going by boat with kiddos in tow.  We decided to get a babysitter and go kid-free.  I didn't want to raise Dell Harper's expectations of life too high, after all.  Boat ride with her buddies after a day of two parties?  A girl's gotta learn that not every day is the Fourth of July, right?