Happy Tuesday, everyone! Yes, things are on the upswing at Chateau Badger. Read all about it, then sally on over to the Un-Mom for some more rip-roaring Tuesday madness.
->Thanks to everyone who was concerned about little o. Last week was pretty much hellish with the sick kids, and the not knowing what was wrong. But now we know (at least we think we know after a million tests culminating in an ultrasound) and we're taking care of the problem. He is now on the formula equivilent of champagne, and is feeling much better. He started his new daycare (he and LG are finally at the same place) yesterday. They called at noon to proclaim how different the two boys are. And as much as I love LG, I'm glad. Maybe this one comes with a snooze button.
-> I'm considering something I've never done before. Ok, not really considering it. It just crossed my mind. I had to buy a dress for a fairly formal event I attended in November. Because I was still in the process of losing baby weight, this dress isn't a size I will (hopefully) ever wear again. And it was pricey. But I only wore it for 2 hours. I actually considered returning it. I know, how wrong is that? Even more wrong than trying on a bathing suit with out underwear. But I hate the idea of spending that amount of money on two hours... It will now sit in the closet on the off chance I eat too much one holiday. Or I'll give up the ghost and donate it to one of the women's professional programs.
-> What do you consider to be the middle of the night? This is the topic I've given much thought to over the last week (see the part about sick kids above if you're wondering why). I am a self proclaimed morning person. PB is a night person. But when does "night" become "morning". I can handle anything after 5:am. PB's internal motor runs down at 2:am (latest). That leaves 3 hours when we both suck. Just ask o. He can attest that he did not have a single happy parent between 2 and 5 last week.
-> I hate listening to people chew. Which isn't usually an issue. The problem intensifies late at night (when I'm not at my finest), so PB sticks to quiet snacks after 9:pm. But have you heard the latest Kit Kat commercial? With all the crunching? Ahhhh, it makes my toes curl. I actually have to change the channel. I'm boycotting Kit Kat until it's off. What happened to "gimme a break"? I loved that one.
-> While watching "Mickey Mouse Club House" this past Saturday, PB asked, "When did Mrs. Claus start wearing hooker boots?" Uhm, good question. Maybe Disney is throwing the Dads of the world a bone, and trying to sauce up Mrs. Claus for them? So they suffer less through the "hot dog" dance? (go ahead, giggle. you know you want to.)
->I've decided that it's great to work in a multi faith office. Because just as the Christian/non-denominational tribe was gearing up the cookies and candies? The Jews show up with the latkes and geld. Oh, and coconut treats. Mmmmm. There is just nothing like a good latke. Fresh from the toaster oven (for re-heating). With some apple sauce. Ooooh. Go wipe the drool from your mouth. We'll wait.
Ok, I'm all randomed out. Have a good week folks.