Monday, May 23, 2011

Poop Emergency Decoy

You know what's great about shopping at Target with a 2-year-old who's repeatedly trying to remove your shirt so he can jab his finger into your belly button? When people see the two of you making a beeline towards the family bathroom at the front of the store, people assume the 2-year-old has or soon will poop in his pants.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Nine Three Five Three

You know, if someone hadn't kept me awake from 12:30 to 4:30 last night, and if I hadn't spent over an hour getting that someone to fall asleep tonight, it would have taken me less time to demonstrate that indeed this experiment works on someone's toy phone.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I am Hungry for Meatloaf.

I am not nearly as organized and on top of things as I would like for you to believe. Sometimes I misplace things FOR YEARS. YEARS!

I am currently on the hunt for my granny's handwritten meatloaf recipe. Meatloaf + mashed potatoes + creamed peas = TEH AWESOME. I last saw the recipe in the second drawer of my old desk next to a ticket stub from a Dave Matthews Band concert I attended in July 2008. At some point in the past three years, I even purchased meatloaf ingredients.* That can of tomato paste is still lingering in the pantry. The recipe is not:
  • in my new desk
  • in my old desk
  • in the cupboard where I keep cookbooks and loose recipes
  • in the dining room server
  • in my family recipe box
  • in my underwear drawer
  • in my nightstand
  • in the junk drawer
  • in my other junk drawer
  • in my jewelry cabinet where I keep weird things
  • in Chris's nightstand
I don't know where else to look, and I will have to call my granny to get the recipe again. BUT: I am not ready to admit defeat just yet.

Other things I've lost:

Light blue socks from Callum's first birthday present from Chris and me. They came in a pack of three, but only the green and the dark blue ever made it to Callum's sock drawer.

Serving fork that matches the butter knife and sugar spoon. Last seen in Stillwater, Oklahoma.

Two letters my other grandma wrote me shortly before her death. I don't remember where I found them, and I think, but I'm not 100% certain, I finally stuck them in our safe deposit box.

A rosary my mom gave me at my wedding shower (she had carried it at her wedding). It's special because of that, but also because one of its decades has only 8 beads (which: SNAP!). We found it a gazillion years later wrapped in a small box in MY MOM'S wrapping paper box.

I've been known to stash special things in the weirdest places. Where else shall I look?


*That happened a lot when I was pregnant with Callum. I'd buy ingredients for foods I never, ever had the energy to prepare. It seems tomato paste NEVER expires.