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She knows how to make a first impression

This is Sophie’s school picture for her first year of preschool.  They just came home with her this week and I loooove them!  Look at that sweet little face!

One of the fun things about Sophie being in school this year is all the friends she has made (like this guy, for instance).  Yesterday we had a playdate with her friend Dominick for the first time.  Of course the first playdate for the kids is like a first date for the moms – so I was a little nervous.  But I liked Dominick’s mom, Danielle, right away and we had a nice time.

The weather was gorgeous so we were sitting on the patio while the kids played on the swing set.  I was holding Jonah when Sophie approached the patio – I could kind of see Soph out of the corner of my eye, just kind of standing…

“Sophie, what are you doing?” I called over my shoulder.

“Umm…I think she’s about to pee  in the dog bowl,”  said Danielle.

ABOUT TO PEE IN THE DOG BOWL??

I whipped around to see Sophie with her pants around her ankles, on her way down into a squat above a giant bowl of water for Danielle’s dogs.

I threw the baby at Dom’s mom and grabbed Sophie. “Sophie that is not a potty!  And we do not go potty outside!  We go potty inside!”

“I wanna go potty OUTSIIIIDE!” she screamed as I hauled her bare buns into the house and frantically tried to locate the bathroom.

After she had finished her business, we headed back outside where I reclaimed my baby, but sadly, not my pride.

“I have NO idea where that came from.  I promise you we do NOT use the bathroom outside at our house! ” I tried to assure the woman I had just befriended.  Luckily for me, she laughed it off and did NOT immediately show us the door.

I must admit I was flabbergasted – this really came out of nowhere.  I have NO idea why the Soph thought a giant dog bowl full of water on her friend’s porch would make a proper toilet.

But hey, since I didn’t let her make a literal splash, at least she definitely made a figurative one!

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Calgon, take me away! Before the Looney Bin does.

Yesterday about 4:30 in the p-m, my house became a living, breathing, not-made-for-tv Calgon commercial.  I was *trying* to make dinner for my family and also my friend E’s family (you know, E, of GimmE Five fame, YES.YOU.CAN still give $5 to help her beat cancer! Plug Plug.) and all h-e-double-hockeysticks flippin’ broke loose.

I’m in the kitchen with two steaming pots on the stove, and Jonah is in his swing in the living room, snoozing peacefully, while the big kids are playing legos.

Until the big kids start screaming at each other over who can touch which legos when, and the baby wakes up and then also starts screaming, because REALLY, apparently that is the thing to do at this moment if you are the spawn of Jenny and Bobby Rapson.

So then I of course, scream at the big kids to JUST.BE.NICE!  All I’m asking you to do here is play, people. PLAY. Is that so bad???

Then I pick Jonah up and get him calmed down.

Finally, I return to my steaming pots and fortunately neither of them have boiled over or caught fire.  Yay!  And the dinner turned out pretty good I thought! (It was a recipe I am reviewing for ReadySetEat.  Cheesy Chili Mac – yum!)

I got dinner together and the kids and I ran it over to E’s.  Which is really no problem at all, as she lives really close.  *BUT* Sophie was heartbroken when told that we were only dropping dinner off and weren’t going in to play with Olivia, E’s daughter.  (Olivia, could you be less fun and charming, please?  Geez!  Your allure is really inconveniencing me here.)  As soon as I pulled away from their house, she yelled “Wait! Go back!  You have to go back!” and proceeded to SOB all the way home. Dra-MA!  I assured her we’d have Olivia over soon but since it wasn’t right-this-second, it was not good enough.  I dragged her into the house and mopped the tears and snot from her face.

Then I pleaded aloud for the Calgon people to come take me away and plunge me into a warm, idyllic bubble bath.

No one showed up.

But, no one showed up with a straitjacket, either.

So there’s that.

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Rise and Shine?

I have a very serious problem. It’s called not-able-to-get-out-of-bed-itis.

I cannot get up in the mornings, and I don’t know what to do about it. I have good intentions – I set the alarm for when I need to get up. And then I proceed to hit snooze two or three times until I finally manage to stumble to the shower.

I know that mornings go so much more smoothly when I get up nice and early (I’ve done it once or twice)… the kids do better with out me running around snapping at them to get ready to go (imagine that). I am less stressed and grumpy (imagine that) (yeah I can’t imagine it either).

Yet I cannot seem to get out of bed.

That, combined with lengthy Sam drop-offs, is not a recipe for success.

So if you’re one of those people who gets up at the crack of dawn, runs three miles and makes homemade waffles before work – please, give me your secrets. I need help!

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