Saturday, April 10, 2010

Picnicking Needs Work

Today we went for a hike and a picnic, which was really fun and wore the baby right out, but he wasn't so good at the picnicking part. I thought eating outside on the ground was, like, every child's favorite thing, but Mini McGee didn't want to pick his food up off the ground (well, off the picnic blanket) and kept putting his feet in his food (ewwww!) and only wanted whatever WE were eating. Which was mostly the same thing HE was eating, but he wanted ours instead of his.

I don't know why none of these potential roadblocks occurred to me but somehow I thought we'd have a picnicky idyll where we relaxed and ate and he played with his Cheerios on the blanket and was adorable and perfect.

Oh well, at least all the dining al fresco tired him out so much he's been napping for two hours! (Ninety minutes of which I wasted napping too, but I guess that's okay.)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Moving Up the Totem Pole

This morning, I yelled at the cats because they were wrestling and fighting. "Hey!" I shouted to get them to separate. Mini McGee looked at me, surprised and a little wounded, because I used a loud, stern tone.

"Oh, no, sweetie, you're fine," I soothed. "I was yelling at the cats because they were being bad."

He looked at me for a minute, then he turned to the cats, who were still crouched down and facing off, and he shouted, "AAAAH!" at them in exactly the same tone as I shouted "Hey!"

He now apparently ranks above the cats on the totem pole.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

It's the Magic of Your Loyalty Card

I went to Kroger today to pick up a couple forgotten things (olive oil, ground mustard, marshmallow peeps) and for the first time in at least nine months, bought NOTHING baby related -- no diapers, no wipes, no baby food, no formula, no bottles, no teethers, no baby Tylenol, no baby accessories of any sort.

As I finished checking out, the coupon machine started frantically spewing forth coupons for baby food, formula, and other baby accessories.

"I think your coupon machine thinks I'm not feeding my baby," I said to the clerk, bemused.

"Yeah, sometimes it's like that," he agreed.

The obvious and inevitable next step is for the coupon machine to get a direct line to DCFS so it can just report me directly for negligence instead of frantically spewing coupons.