Primrose, the other day: Mom, I don't know how your blog readers stand it.
Me (getting defensive)(because, what? I exaggerate too much?) (or use too many parentheses?): Stand what exactly?
Her, incredulously: I don't know how they stand seeing all these pictures of Posy but never getting to kiss and hold her!
So that is our question for you- how DO you stand it?
This is probably one of those things that the rest of the world already knows but I only just figured out.
If you want the convenience of a lap-size whiteboard, you can slide a plain piece of cardstock into a page protector and use dry-erase markers on it. Of course we use dry-erase markers on page protectors all the time, but it only just occurred to me that I could use the same idea for a small, portable white board. Before sliding it into the page protector, I drew lines on one side of the cardstock. The other side I just left blank. Snap and I have been using this every day with Primary Arts of Language, and I keep it right in our P.A.L. basket. Handy, quick, cheap cheap cheap.
So... my (fabulous) (hunky) (totally sweet) husband joined in our comment-box conversation about my cloth diaper woes. Did you see? :) Oh yes. He is awesome. And I am totally selling my stash.
I don't think I ever showed you this gift from Mother's Day. It's from Primrose.
You know what this is, right? It's my very own I Love You Because Board. Prim said I was the only one in the family without, so she made me one. So, so sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I know I've bragged about her before, but the girl is just constantly outdoing herself. I've been a wee bit... overwhelmed lately (cough), and... (what Andy? You think that's understating things?) Ahem. Where was I? Oh yes, Primrose. So anyway, the other night I
threw pizza at the kids served Italian for dinner and then went to hibernate with the baby for a nursing. When I got back to the kitchen about a half hour later, the floor was swept, dishes clean, and the countertops and table were wiped. Oh, and she made brownies. Peanut butter chocolate brownies, which is pretty much awesome. Then (because like I said, she outdoes herself) she scooped the baby from my arms, changed her diaper and got her into pajamas.
Without being asked. Just because.
No, you cannot have her.
I'm going to do some serious begging here. For the love of my sanity, would my fellow bloggers PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE turn off the word verification on your comment boxes?
Look, I know. I get lots of spam, too. In Chinese. Daily. But I love you, see? I love you and so I put up with it and never make you do word verification (and besides, blogger does a dang good job of filtering out the spam for you- it shows up in your email, but not often on your blog).
This is all I'm saying:
1. There will be no word verification in Heaven.
2. Word verification stresses me to a degree that requires copious amounts of chocolate to remedy.
3. If you have word verification on your blog and I still leave you comments, know that I must really really like you. Because usually, as soon as that box comes up that tells me to type in letters I CAN'T EVEN BLASTED READ I ditch the whole comment-leaving effort and click away. I never get the sequence of letters right the first time, anyway, so I go do something more worthwhile. Like grumble about word verification codes. And eat chocolate.
That's it. I'm done.
Happy Weekend! :)