Heidi’s transitioned into a size five diaper. And since both her sisters potty trained once they hit this diaper size, I expect we’ll start potty training her in the next couple of months. We’ll subscribe to the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, then line the house from wall to wall with whatever is left of the real estate section.
We spent a couple of hours at the Apple Store Sunday afternoon. Ben’s laptop needed some repair and the kids needed an outing. (We are finally feeling better and were anxious to get out and spend time with people who aren’t forced to carry tissues in their pockets).
Heidi and Whitney enjoy spending time at the Apple Store. Some smarty over at Apple had the wherewithal to place kid-sized work stations next to the customer service desk, or the “Genius Bar” – as they call it. This way parents can keep an eye on their kids while hammering their foreheads on the Genius Bar’s countertop; releasing pent-up technical frustrations
I swear to you, I don’t know how those Apple employees can say “Genius Bar” with a straight face. I guess the same way they’ll have to learn to say “iPad” without snorting.
Heidi and I snuck in a quick shower after my Dad left this morning. I say snuck because we’re not supposed to be running the water until the well-tank is replaced. I won’t go into the salacious, riveting details surrounding the well-tank issue, except that there’s a well-tank and a float-thingy, and they have a problem. Trust me, discussing this subject in any further detail would be as pleasant as receiving a noogie administered by a girl, like me, who’s observed the no-running-the-water-or-shower-rule for the past four days. It’ RIPE here people!
Now it’s my understanding that running the water won’t actually damage the well-pump. However, if my Dad caught wind that we took showers this morning, his brain matter might come shooting out of his ears with such velocity that we’d need to clean-up the mess with soap and a bucket of water. Thus requiring we buy more bottled water. So let’s just keep it between you, me and the entire Internet. M’kay? Hear that Jordan? – you never read this post.
After our illicit showers, we toweled-off and Heidi made a beeline for her castle. Ben went to look for something to put her in since we’d forgotten to take care of this little detail before the shower, just as we always forget to find clothes for the girls before all the other thousands of prior showers. And each time we look at each other and are…Did YOU forget the clothes again? EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. We also enjoy, repeatedly, knocking our heads against the concrete basement walls.
