Wednesday, September 26, 2012

RIP Andy Williams

Today my parents will complete their five day road trip from Niagara Falls to Dallas, Texas. The trip is taking so long because they stopped at all sorts of hot spots like Dayton, Ohio and Branson, Missouri. In fact, they spent two nights in Branson because my mom wanted to see Andy Williams perform.

They had tickets to see his show last night. She found out a few days before they left that he wasn't going to necessarily be performing but she was hoping he'd make a guest performance. I haven't talked to her but I'm pretty sure he wasn't there. He died yesterday.

A sad day for the entertainment world.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Thin..........Fat

The kid suddenly realized yesterday that she is thin. She also realized that her dad is also thin. Mom.... well, that is a different story. Apparently I am in between thin and fat. I asked if that meant I was "average". Nope. According to the kid I am medium.

I can live with that.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Prop 65 - aka Californians are nuts

Disneyland

Best Western by the Sea (San Diego)
 
Denny's
 
Do I really need to say anything? These signs were everywhere. Good thing I'm not pregnant or Disneyland would have turned my baby into a mutant. And if the fetus had been okay after Disneyland the hotel at San Diego would have messed it up. And don't get me started on what would have happened after we ate at Denny's.


Monday, September 17, 2012

Mommy knows what a good book is

I have finally convinced the kid to listen to my book suggestions. It only took several years of battle. She was going through an Archie comic book faze which I decided to put an end to. By forcing her to read The Indian in the Cupboard.

She fought me tooth and nail. Then she started to read it. It was done in two hours and then she asked for more recommendations.

I've been trying to get her to read The Famous Five series by Enid Blyton for several months. She finally agreed to read it after she realized that Mommy was the one that recommended Harry Potter and most of the other books that she loves. Now she's mad that I don't have all the other books in the series for her.

But, I don't let her read everything. I was okay with her request to read Hunger Games but the Twilight series is off limits. I tried to explain that she wasn't allowed to read it because:
a. it is poorly written
b. the protaganist is a terrible role model

I finally got her to buy in to it when I added, "...and the vampires sparkle!" That did it. "They sparkle, that's stupid!" Crisis averted.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Too many drugs

It may be that we take too many medications in our household. Not so much the kid, but she has picked up on the trend.

One evening last week she made me an offer, she didn't think I could refuse:

"Mommy, you should take some of my muscle relaxants."

Neither the husband or I had a clue what she was talking about. Hubby takes Robax from time to time. But I didn't have any muscle aches so the recommendation came totally out of the blue.

Turns out she was talking about bath salts. Not the kind that makes you eat the faces off of people but the kind that you soak in. Incidentally, I gave them to her since they aren't my favourite and she was coveting my lovely Lush bath bombs a bit too much.

I thanked her for her kind offer and suggested she have a nice relaxing bath with bath salts.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

The terrible almost-eights

Bedtime has become a chore again. Probably because the kid didn't really have a bedtime this summer and spent so much time with the grandparents. Oops.

As such we have spent way too much time listening to her come up with all sorts of excuses for why she shouldn't go to bed. And overuse of the "I NEED water!" excuse. I particularly like how she dealt with us ignoring her during the nightly temper tantrum:

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! ANSWER ME!"

"I AM NOT TIRED"

Sigh. We'll be back in a routine soon, right?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Perhaps they know something we don't?

The kid is convinced that there are monsters in our basement. As such she refuses to go down there alone. As far as I am concerned, the only monster down there is my big mess.

However, it seems the cats have now decided to avoid using the litter box down there. Hubby cleans the litter box and they only used it once in the last week (they have another one upstairs that they have always frequented more regularly). And he was down there when they used it last. Which begs the question, do the cats and child know something we don't?

Nah. They're just nuts.