The purple button is up. Therefore it must be Tuesday, and time for some Random Thoughts. You know, where I shake up the magic 8 ball that is my brain and try to dig out some fun for you guys.
To me, nothing says summer like skinny little legs and bare feet. I love seeing LG and Little o wiggling their toes in the breeze. LG followed PB around with his play mower and his safety glasses on this weekend. They mowed the whole yard together. LG looked hysterical in his short and crocs mowing the yard. Like a little old man.
We took the boys out to "Big Rig" day at the Rec Center this weekend. LG liked the fire truck, but LOVED the snow plow. He spent about 20 minutes talking about snow and the cold and the truck pushing the snow (I'm sure PB is now well versed on what a snow plow does).
Little o, on the other hand, was less than enthralled. He took the hard hat from the construction worker with a look that clearly said, "This hat indicates that I might do manual labor at some point. We know that isn't going to happen, right? I will hold it for my brother, but I will not place it on my head."
I am in love with my Swiffer WetJet. I got really tired of kneeling down underneath the kitchen table every night after dinner to clean up all the things that didn't make it into LG and little o's mouth. The wet jet takes care of all that. Now, don't get me wrong. This is in no way a substitute for dragging out the mop and bucket and getting the floor really clean, but it does a nice quick job in between actual washings. My mother is rolling in her grave. But I'm sure only slightly faster than when she found out that in between dusting with a real cloth and polish, I use a Swiffer duster. And I don't always move the couch when I do the living room floor (gasp).
I've noticed that my chores fall somewhere in line after all of the fun stuff that we could do, the people we want to visit and PB's chores. Which is why dusting and laundry get so neglected. Argh. PB will inform me that he's going to mow the lawn. Which means I will watch LG and little o. But I can't do my chores with the two of them around. Because nothing says "Pointless" faster than letting a 2 year old "help" do laundry. He's what I'm trying to wash off those clothes! I never manage to get out the "I'm going to wash floors today. Take the boys for a walk." before he gets his stuff in.
"No, no. O-ie, we don't eat kitty. Don't put in mouth! Pat, pat, nice, nice." My work here is done.
The neighbor kid went to the prom this weekend. Because we graciously offered our driveway to park their H3 limo, we got to ogle the cute HS kids in their fancy dress. All the girls were beautiful, all dresses appropriate. They boys had on enough cologne to fell a horse, but the girls didn't seem to notice over the smell of the Aquanet (do they still use Aquanet?) It was a lot of fun. The neighbor had cocktails for the parents who came to take pictures. She mentioned that events like this were the pay off for all of the krappe you have to go through. A little balance, in the end.
Ok, enough from me. I have too much krappe to do today to linger. Have a good week, and go waste some time with the Un Mom.