Spoon number five has been discovered in a container of freezer jam in the freezer.
Victor thinks freezer jam is like ice cream. Jeremy thought that was odd until he tried a bite. Yum.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Kitchen Shears
Some time last year my Henkel kitchen shears disappeared from their spot on top of the fridge.
I cleared the top of the fridge and cleaned everything. No scissors.
I moved the fridge. No scissors. But I knocked a pine-scented candle off the top and its glass shattered everywhere behind the fridge. That was fun to clean up.
I searched everywhere I could think. No scissors.
Two days ago I was doing a regular top-of-the-fridge cleaning, and there they were. Right on top. Slightly open. Very dusty.
It is 100% impossible they have been there the whole time. 100%.
I cleared the top of the fridge and cleaned everything. No scissors.
I moved the fridge. No scissors. But I knocked a pine-scented candle off the top and its glass shattered everywhere behind the fridge. That was fun to clean up.
I searched everywhere I could think. No scissors.
Two days ago I was doing a regular top-of-the-fridge cleaning, and there they were. Right on top. Slightly open. Very dusty.
It is 100% impossible they have been there the whole time. 100%.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Spoons
I assumed that we would start losing teaspoons when the boys got older. Since I'm attached to my flatware, I have been mentally bracing for that day.
It has come.
EIGHT of my twelve teaspoons have disappeared. Since they are not allowed out of the kitchen, let alone the house, I don't know how this happened. Zeke seems the most likely culprit because Victor has been responsibly using spoons for years.
I even asked Jeremy if he has been cooking methamphetamines or crack or something, which I hear requires spoons, just in case.
He said no.
It has come.
EIGHT of my twelve teaspoons have disappeared. Since they are not allowed out of the kitchen, let alone the house, I don't know how this happened. Zeke seems the most likely culprit because Victor has been responsibly using spoons for years.
I even asked Jeremy if he has been cooking methamphetamines or crack or something, which I hear requires spoons, just in case.
He said no.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Fun Mom Goes Nonfiction
I hear learning is supposed to be fun, so we got some nonfiction children's books at the library today.
Two books are on desert habitats, in preparation for our trip to Boron. One even has Joshua Trees on the cover. Which is highly appropriate.
One book is on wolves, a subject of great interest since we started watching Beauty and the Beast every day. (Today's question: can wolves swim?)
One book is about nocturnal animals, which Victor studied in school last week.
And finally, a book about the Pilgrims and Thanksgiving, just in case they don't cover that in school any more.
My final thought about the library is this: do librarians take courses in Grouchiness and Unfriendliness? I mean, come on. If you don't want common folk wandering into your place of work and touching everything, library science may not be for you.
Two books are on desert habitats, in preparation for our trip to Boron. One even has Joshua Trees on the cover. Which is highly appropriate.
One book is on wolves, a subject of great interest since we started watching Beauty and the Beast every day. (Today's question: can wolves swim?)
One book is about nocturnal animals, which Victor studied in school last week.
And finally, a book about the Pilgrims and Thanksgiving, just in case they don't cover that in school any more.
My final thought about the library is this: do librarians take courses in Grouchiness and Unfriendliness? I mean, come on. If you don't want common folk wandering into your place of work and touching everything, library science may not be for you.
Mansfield Fine Design
My very talented Aunt Keeta has a new website for her home design company. Fun! And pretty. Very, very pretty.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Research
I have a little research project going, and I need some female assistants who know Mormon men over age, say 23.
Here is the gig:
1. Go find your YW Medallion.
2. Show it to your husband/father/brother/male friend. This will not work if the male is not Mormon.
3. Say, "Hey, look what I found," and act as if he should know what the Medallion is without revealing its identity.
4. Using cleverness, determine whether or not the male person knows what it is.
5. Report back.
Results Preview: Jeremy had no idea what it was. No idea.
Here is the gig:
1. Go find your YW Medallion.
2. Show it to your husband/father/brother/male friend. This will not work if the male is not Mormon.
3. Say, "Hey, look what I found," and act as if he should know what the Medallion is without revealing its identity.
4. Using cleverness, determine whether or not the male person knows what it is.
5. Report back.
Results Preview: Jeremy had no idea what it was. No idea.
Hallo-didn't
Halloween is not my favorite thing. Still, I tried to be fun.
For example, we went to a pumpkin patch and took a hay ride. Or, to be more precise, we looked at a lot of expensive pumpkins on a church lawn and then rode around the church parking lot behind an old blue tractor. During this trip I realized the TAMN was right. My point-and-shoot is lame, and I didn't even know it. Oh, well. At least I didn't annoy a wagon-full of people by draping my child over the hay bales while knocking other people's elbows in pursuit of the perfectly staged hayride shot.
We didn't buy the $35 church pumpkins. We got these instead, at the grocery store. Except for the little one, which spontaneously grew in our garden this summer. We didn't get around to carving them, so they still make nice porch decorations.
We did get some costumes for the trunk-or-treat. Zeke was a garage-sale lion, and Victor was Uncle Peter.
The truly fun part of Halloween was a visit from Peter and Candice and cousin Laura!
For example, we went to a pumpkin patch and took a hay ride. Or, to be more precise, we looked at a lot of expensive pumpkins on a church lawn and then rode around the church parking lot behind an old blue tractor. During this trip I realized the TAMN was right. My point-and-shoot is lame, and I didn't even know it. Oh, well. At least I didn't annoy a wagon-full of people by draping my child over the hay bales while knocking other people's elbows in pursuit of the perfectly staged hayride shot.
The truly fun part of Halloween was a visit from Peter and Candice and cousin Laura!
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