Terrible Two's: Take 3

Warning to all grocery shopping mothers:

Apparently Winco, (my personal choice of grocery chains) is selling a naughty batch of bananas.  I gave one to my dear 20 month old son yesterday and that conniving banana had the nerve to break in half without my son's permission.  And we all know that once a banana has been severed, it is no longer acceptable, much less edible.  At that point, one's only option is to throw the banana remains across the room and proceed to

unleash the beastly-ness that only a 2 year old (or almost 2 year old in this case) can produce.

Good grief child - must we start this already?

If I only had a...

The scarecrow wanted a brain
The Tin man wanted a heart
Dorothy wanted to go home
 and
The Lion wanted some courage.

Me?

I could really use a jacuzzi tub.

Look at her go!!

Look who's riding a 2 wheeler!!
Here she is after her 2nd try - way to go Brookie!!

St. Patrick's Day

Holidays with kids are so great.  This morning a little Leprechan came and dyed our milk green and left little bags of green goodness for the kids. 

I'll have to take care of the leftovers.  I wouldn't want to dash her believe in leprechans.

I had such high hopes of the fun things I could do today, but frankly, the leprechan is tired.  

I am growing another human afterall. 

But even with my mild effort, Brooklyn was LOVING every minute of it.  I think she looked at the green milk in the fridge at least 8 times before she left for school. 

I must mention that none of the rest of us drank any of it.  What is it with strange psychological blocks?  It's probably some built in safety mechanism.  If something doesn't look like it should, you really shouldn't consume it.  Makes sense. 

I would open up the fridge for a tall glass of milk and just couldn't stomach the idea of drinking it green. 

And Jack just about flipped his lid when I offered him some at lunch.  I'm pretty sure Brooklyn will have to drink it all.

She spent the rest of the day skipping around kind of like this little leprechan.  I wish I could move like that.  I need a picture of a leprechan with a big ol' pot belly.  Ya, that would be more like it.  Maybe if I spent more time running around and less time raiding her backpack for St. Patty's Day party treats...

At the end of the day - what was going through my sweet Brooklyn's mind?

A Thank You note of course. 

I am sure that if she knew where to find the leprechan, she would have left all kinds of notes and treats on his pillow.

Instead, she left this note by the front door-

A lovely picture of herself and the little friend that brought her lots of joy today.

Why can't life be that simple and magical forever?

Mr. Flush

Can someone please explain to me why Exhibit A:

is so obsessed with Exhibit B:

Or more specifically:

I figure that at 6 gallons per flush, Bradley has managed to waste approximately 300 gallons of water, just this week.

Do I even want to know how many $'s that translates to?

Skills shmills

I am very appreciative of the marvelous job my daughter's Kindergarten teacher is doing.  Brooklyn is developing in leaps and bounds and I couldn't be happier with the way things are going.

However...there is one little thing that I should have been consulted about before it was taught to Brooklyn. 

Is there a reason that a 5 year old needs to learn to tell time??? 

I mean really, that's not necessary. 

How am I supposed to get away with putting the kids to bed early when she knows that it's early?

This could put a serious cramp in my style.

Treasures

I have moved several times in the last decade.  Each place I have moved into it seems has contained a special token from the previous occupant.  You know, priceless items like half used bags of rat poison, old plungers, or scratched up pots and pans.
Today though, I found the best one yet.  I have lived in this house for 10 months now, but today as I was searching for my missing chicken boullion cubes, I stuck my head in the cupboard.  It's one of those pointless cupboards in the corner of the kitchen that extends to all depths of the house, but only has about 1 foot square accessable space.  An ideal place for "special" items to collect.
Let me show you the sweet treasure I was thrilled beyond words to find today.

Nice, huh?

What, you don't know what this is?

Obviously it is a brain mold.  Don't you have one?

I think we'll have Jell-O tonight.

I am thinking I could win a prize or something for the world's most random thing left from a previous occupant. 

Can anyone beat this little gem?

P.S.  Has anyone seen my bouillon cubes?