Thursday, September 9, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things

These are a few of my favorite new products. (And if anyone would like to send me a freebie for giving away valuable advertising like this, I won’t turn it down.)


  1. Cleaner: Pledge Multisurface. I cleaned my stainless steel finger-print decorated appliances, granite countertops, wood cabinet faces, computer and TV in less time than it took my kids to re-decorate the fridge with their cherubic prints. Spray, wipe, done. And, the one I have is Lavender Fresh, which means you can no longer smell the nasty old potatoes I’m culturing in the pantry.
  2. Fixer: Old English scratch cover for dark woods. Some youngster, who will remain nameless, carved his name in our piano. I know he did it because who else in the world would graffiti a piano by writing Wyatt? A bit of Old English and you can’t see it. Not to mention that portion of the room now smells like a dark sitting room with wood paneling and heirloom lace.
  3. Just For Me: Bath and Body Works Eucalyptus and Spearmint sugar scrub. I’ve been sniffing my elbows all day, plus also, my skin is now soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom. Thank you, Santa, and all the lotions you gave me. After returning them to the store, they magically turned into this luscious treat.
  4. After school snack: 10 minutes to make, I call it a protein, and I’m a hero. I believe the phrase I heard was, “Wow, you’re the best mom in the whole wide universe!” Here’s the recipe:

SuperHeroFood

1 C sugar

1 C Karo Syrup

1 1/2 C peanut butter

5 C chocolate Cheerios

Melt first 3 ingredients, add Cheerios, and lick the pan.


I’m also updating with pictures of my favorite place. Coming soon: pictures of my favorite park. I could seriously spend all day here. With or without kids. Which would make me creepy if I were a man but because I’m a woman it makes me a “naturalist.”

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Library Lovin

All Boy and I went to baby story time at the library. Story time, as in “oh, the stories we have to tell if we go.” Once upon a time in Arlington, I met a dear friend at story time. Our two sweet girls would sing choo-choo songs, apple picking songs, teeth brushing songs, (but not Twinkle Star songs because her daughter had some issues with that particular lullaby.) We’d nurse, or sing, or roll our arms to Wheels on the Bus, and, in general, a grand time was had by all.

I have a feeling I will not meet any kindred spirits at this story time.

First, my son greets other babies by smacking them on the face. For some reason, this causes concern in the other mothers and they whisk their precious First Born children off to be protected and petted. Rather than being offended by this, my Last Born sees it as the perfect way to make sure that the basket of musical instruments and cuddly disease ridden stuffed animals remains all his.

Second, I’m rather tired of asking people what their precocious and brilliant babies are doing. I’m afraid my nasty side will bust out and I’ll say something like, “Really? Only sleeping 12 hours at night? I heard about that syndrome on NPR...” Also, I hate little babies who have things stuck on their heads. If they’ve got hair, great, do something to get it out of their eyes if you’re so inclined. But if they’re bald, leave the stupid headband off the poor kid. (Hal calls them baby garters.) Any day now, my opinion on this vital issue is likely to come spewing out of my mouth so I’m trying to keep my mouth shut very tight. Besides the hair thing, I’ve seen babies in low rise and straight leg jeans. Really? You think that’s a good look for diapered butts? And exactly what is your clothing budget for that child? Because I could do a whole lotta good with that money. You can see why I need to clamp my mouth, right?