I’ve wanted to get rid of my dependency on plastic bags, but didn’t really know what to use in their place. Well I’m starting to get the hang of it now. I started by buying a couple wet bags for Sophia. I put her dirty diapers in them when I’m out somewhere and no trash can is available or it’s not appropriate to toss the dirties in the can (i.e. the doctor’s office). I also use them for dirty/wet clothes. They’re great for swimming. Grocery stores are pushing their reusable bags now. I haven’t bought any, but it’s probably about time for that.
55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Survival
“You survived it didn’t you?” They say, “So it couldn’t be that bad.”
Maybe the bad times are dwelt on too much. However, unless we’re speaking of car accidents mere survival seems like such a low bar to set. Sure, there were good times. I do remember them, but the bad was much more far-reaching.
Flash Fiction Friday is hosted by g-man.
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M*A*S*H the baby
I’ve mentioned before that we watch four episodes of M*A*S*H every night. The shows start at 5pm when I get home from work and end at Sophia’s bedtime. Every night when it starts we say, “ah it’s time to M*A*S*H the baby”. We’ve noticed that when Sophia is upset to the the point of turning crimson that listening to the theme song will soothe her. She actually stops crying and will move herself to a position so she can see the TV. Our not-a-nanny has a button on her FireFox quick launch bar to a YouTube video of M*A*S*H. Please don’t anyone tell Sophia that the title of her favorite song is, “Suicide Is Painless”. ACK!
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The not-a stuff
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’ll notice that we have a lot of stuff that I refer to as not-a-(descriptive term). For example our not-a-walker (more on the not-a-walker – and more on the not-a-walker), not-a-nanny (more on the not-a-nanny), and the not-a-Johnny-Jump-Up.
I think this all began years ago when I was chatting with my friend currently known as not-a-nanny and she mentioned her family was going to go have a picnic at their farm. “Farm? You have a farm? Do you grow food or raise animals?”
“Neither.”
“Then it’s not-a-farm!”
I can’t remember if it was a counter or other table like surface she told me about the that her and her siblings sat on and their mother telling them that was not-a-seat. It’s her fault I have a not-a-fireplace. Actually there is a crack in the liner of our chimney which makes the fireplace unusable so I placed a cool antique cabinet in front that covers it all perfectly.
I guess I made the not-a-nanny a little sad when she read the first post with her not-a-nanny title. She really is our nanny until Sophia gets her placement in the awesome large daycare facility. I only call her the not-a-nanny because it’s not her true profession.
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Banter with the curmudgeon
Last night Kurt was ranting about something (I know I know, it’s so unusual for him) and he said, “I’m not getting any younger!”
Really?! damn I was hoping.
“You were hoping, weren’t you?”
*Innocent look* It’s like he can read my mind sometimes.
“What, do you want to trade me in for some young good-looking stud?”
“No” I said, “I was hoping that you’d stop being a curmudgeon!”
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Water Baby
Yesterday was Sophia’s first swimming class. We were afraid she would scream and cry through the whole thing especially since she didn’t take her afternoon nap, but she LOVED IT! I mean she really LOVED it – A LOT! There was one part in the middle of the class where we sat the kids on the side of the pool and sang/uttered/or in my case mumbled Humpty Dumpty, then the kids would “jump” to their parent in the water. There were only two other kids (toddlers) our group and Sophia was the only infant. Sophia sat on the side with me holding her in place. Her chin was quivering because of the seemingly cold air on her wet skin, but she laughed the whole time! They did that three times and then we had them stand on the side while we sang/uttered/mumbled London Bridges Falling Down. On cue, they would jump in. I of course held Sophia in position, I lifted her up and into the water, but on the third “London Bridges” she pushed with her legs trying to jump in.
That first part with in the four-foot area of the big pool, but after that we went to the small side pool that was much warmer and only one-foot deep. The instructor dumped out a basket of bath toys and had the kids put them back in the basket. Sophia caught onto this pretty quick and actually put the one toy that came to her into the basket again.
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Wordless Wednesday: Monkey Mirror
Tax Tip
Because Tuesday is April 15th AKA the day our taxes are due no later than midnight, I’m going to give you a tax tip: If you cashed out a mutual fund last year make sure to fill out the proper forms! Because Uncle Sam likes to pretend that he doesn’t know your mutual fund comes from your already taxed income. That greedy bastard will send you a letter making you think that you’re headed to Federal Pound Me in the Ass Prison.
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Tulip Festival
We went to the Tulip Festival today. It was cold, but at least it wasn’t raining. The tulips are blooming late this year because of our funky weather so I may take Sophia up again in a couple weeks. Hopefully it’ll be warmer!
While we walked around the tulips fields, we saw a couple with a one-month-old baby that made us cringe. We kept our baby bundled in a jacket and two blankets – they didn’t. Uugg!
And then there was the mother telling her three-year-old not to muck around in the mud because he was wearing his new shoes. Why the hell would you bring a child through fields of mud in new shoes if you want them to stay clean?
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Fiffy in the bed and one rolled over
This morning I set Sophia on our bed in the sitting position. She can sit for a few seconds before falling over, which I knew she would do before I was ready to grab her again. I set up the not-a-Johnny-Jump-Up and the child fell forward on the bed reaching for a toy. She laid flat on her tummy all pissed off cause she doesn’t like tummy time. She’ll usually tolerate short periods of being on her tummy, but sometimes she’s simply not in the mood for it. I left her there because I’m evil mommy. She finally got frustrated enough that she rolled over! For once, her useless arms were at her sides and not stretched out like a puppy on smooth flooring so she was able to roll over it. YAY!