Friday, September 16, 2011

Things bumping around in my head...

... but I can't remember most of them. shoot. So a little story from one day last week. A rather traumatic day for some (why am I updating my blog at 12:30 am? I have no idea!). Anyway, last Thursday Aleah and I went to MOPS. I had never gone before and it was good to get out and do something like that and hang out with actual um, humans, humans who are tall - taller than my kneecaps. Anyway, this was the start of short human's no good very bad day. She loves going new places and hanging out with new people, but also isn't a fan of loudness. She's always loved going to the nursery at church. So anyway, she was happy to go and play with the kids and all, but toward the end, several kids had had enough and wanted their mommies, which resulted in somewhat of a chain reaction - when I went to get her, there were probably 5 kids bawling their little hearts out and she was one of them. Well, we got calmed down and headed out for a fun walmart shopping trip (snort). It was chilly and rainy. Got our stuff, got out to the car, and as I was putting getting her in her seat, I let her play with the keys. Usually I unlock the doors and then toss the keys on my seat while I get her in. So anyway, I got her in, tossed the keys on my seat, shut her door, went to open mine and... wait... nooooooooo.... she had played with the buttons and I guess pushing the lock button doesn't make any sound, but once you shut the doors after that, they'll all lock. So she was in and I was out. In the rain. Thank God we weren't in Baton Rouge in the 98 degree weather. Then I really would have freaked out. I tried to call Dave. We were really close to school and I knew it was a time when he would have been able to come over. No answer (his cell phone was missing - still is). Well, I've locked myself out of my car a bagillion times, enough to know that some cops will come to help you and some won't, but they always will when there's a child locked inside. So, standing in the rain, feeling like a total idiot, I called 911. "What is the location of your emergency?" "Well, it's not really an emergency, I'm just a moron..." Anyway, the lady was nice and said she'd send someone over. She asked if my baby was ok. Well, she was more upset over having dropped her precious blankie and was crying about that and staring at me like what is your problem, just get it for me already! Peekaboo helped for awhile. A nice lady pulled up and asked if she could help me. Me? Oh, I don't need help, I'm just standing by my car in the rain for fun. ha. She said I could wait in her vehicle. Well, I sorta need to stand here and watch my kid cry cuz she doesn't have her blanket, but thanks. Then the cop arrived, had me sign something, got me unlocked pretty quick which set off the car alarm. Which I couldn't turn off no matter what I pushed. which finally shut up when I started the car. Ah, that was fun. From there, we went to Menards because dumb walmart didn't have the mouse traps we needed. If we were true pioneers like my brother in law, and probably my brother too, we would have just rigged something up with a bucket and peanut butter. But I can't stand seeing dead mice. Or live for that matter (did I mention we had mice?). So we get the nice ones where you don't even have to see the dead thing in there. So, after recovering from baby scream camp and baby being locked in car, we get into the store and I'm looking at mouse traps and she's running around right beside me, when I see what looks like her putting something in her mouth. I walk over and there's bags of ant poison and one of them is open with lots of little powdery goodness for chubby little paws to get their hands on. Are you kidding me? I'm calling poison control 15 minutes after calling 911? And she's not even a boy! Well anyway, as it turned out, I just watched her and she seemed fine, so I'm guessing if she did get any, it was a very small amount. The same thing I choose to believe about the poop she may or may not have eaten this evening.

(the next day we didn't leave the house, if memory serves me correctly)

In other, happier news, Aleah also has a cold. oh, that's not the happy part. This is just sort of random and funny. You know how garlic is a natural antibiotic and good for colds and whatever might ail you? Well, I had given her some before but it was a few months ago and I wasn't sure if she'd still eat the stuff - like pure garlic oil in capsule form. So a couple days ago, I gave her some and she snarfed them down faster than nobody's business, and wanted more. Until I wouldn't give her more and then she bawled. What in the world? Garlic? She eats it with greater joy and enthusiasm than ice cream. She says YUM and smiles really big and bangs on her chest for more please. So some kids get chocolate for potty training treats? I'm thinking we might just stick with garlic pills.

In other unrelated news, I'm looking forward to seeing some Indiana friends this weekend at a shower and just hanging out. Then next weekend Dave and I go to New York for his cousin's wedding, and then in October the weekends are almost all full - so much going on and that's fun - company, another wedding to go to, things of that nature. allrighty, so that's it for now.


Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Creative and original Title

I have pictures of the last few weeks that I'd like to post, but I also wanted to post some from last night. Cuz she was actually wearing clothes and stuff (that was for you Jenni). So here they are.
Come back here! - rather hard to get good pics these days, but I guess this way you can see the totally tubular hood on this rad sweater. ha.







Dance Dance!

peekaboo of course
Running up and down the hallway. Okay, I'm trying to write under the last picture but blogger won't let me. Almost it exasperateth me enough to switch to wordpress. ARG! Anyway, I tried to get some videos but it didn't pan out because the memory card needs to be dealt with. Hopefully soon...

Monday, September 05, 2011

Pretending to be a crafty mom...

(sputter sputter sputter choke cough....) So anyway, before I left Baton Rouge, one of my friends had the coolest ever crayons for toddlers. They have a big fat end and then a big point so their chubby lil paws can hold on to the end. And they're really short. Anyway, I thought it'd be fun to get something like that but couldn't find any. I've also randomly seen things online about making your own crayons by melting your old ones. So anyway, that's cheap, I thought I'd give that a whirl. I couldn't find many crayons around here so I bought some. brand new ones. Which seemed scandalous since I was going to rip them all up. But they were 40 cents so I got over it. or maybe 80. And THEN, I got it home and found this....

ha - they were all broken. T'would be heart-breaking if you actually wanted to use them as purchased, but in my particular case, a cause for celebration.
I did not anticipate how long it would take to unwrap all those suckers. I had some here that I added as well. Probably around 48 or so of them. At the end I discovered a handy little trick - rip into them in the middle and tear it apart all the way around. Then slide the 2 ends off. viola! I wish I had captured that on film, but I did not.

I wanted to find something pointy to use to bake but found nothing. or nothing cheap. But at the store I found these crazy adorable animal shapes baking pans that would have made really cute crayons (I feel 2 year old party favors coming over me...). But again, not cheap. So I just used the mini muffin tins I had.
Baked them at around 230 for around 15 minutes. They came out looking like this. They hardened. I tried to get them out and paniced that I had ruined my pan. They weren't budging. I then stuck them in the freezer and tried to focus on other things. Soon, Dave got them out of the freezer and popped them out with nary a care in the world. Cuz he's handy like that. And.... drum roll please....
aren't they pretty. The shape isn't the most practical thing in the whole world and they color better from the bottom than the top. but oh well. They are a little easier to hold for small lil paws.
... and in the end... it doesn't really matter what you do to them, because they still taste exactly the same.


the end. I feel like the Pioneer Woman now, with my little list and step by step pictures. wowee! fun stuff right thar!