I made something new for dinner last night; my own little concoction. Everyone licked their plates clean and rubbed their bellies. Also, no one got food poisoning thereby placing that dinner squarely in the win column according to my play book – all nice and centered in it’s own column; written in loopy handwriting.
Yeah I know, most gals would’ve just sealed up the leftovers and called it a night. But me? Nooooo, I have some narcissistic need to tell the entire Internet that I GAVE MY FAMILY A HOT MEAL!
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.
