this post will be partially not grammatically correct. which i have some hangups about, being a general nerd and former english tutor. can you guess the error? that's right, there are no capital letters. you see, gentle reader, my lovely, rampaging daughter popped off the left hand shift key from the keyboard like say six months ago and we can't figure out how to put it back on. and neither me or my darling husband ever learned how to shift with our right hand. so to capitalize letters, we have to hold down this little rubber nubbin where the shift key used to reside. and that's just not easy to do quickly, so i have resolved that during this post i will only use it for punctuation.
here's another thought on grammar. i don't think that spelling counts as grammar. spelling is its own evil issue that should have no bearing on how intelligent the writer is thought to be. proper punctuation and sentence structure are far more important that spelling. that being said, jesus invented spell check to make sure i can communicate with the outside world and be understood.
did you know that a refrigerator handle is considered "cosmetic"? isn't that the stupidest thing you've ever heard. it's a handle. i use it to operate the refrigerator ie. opening the door to get my cold stuff out. so shouldn't it be covered under warranty? well, according to lowes and frigidaire it is not. and worse still i missed the moment where our frige handle broke off in jay's hand. i am only left with a series of images pulled from stock footage of him being surprised/perplexed/angry all in the same moment. but still it is pretty dang funny. and i laugh every time my dumb butt swipes at the fridge trying to find the handle when i know darn good and well that this handle is on the cabinet and not attached to the fridge.
i found a way to spice up our morning routine this monday morning. norah has taken to making every diaper change/clothes change into some kind of parenting challenge. i can choose to get very angry that she's making this difficult or i can choose to buckle down and wrestle her down with funny sounds and tickling until she is clean (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) and dressed. this morning i chased her into the living room and turned this process in to a three round wrestling match on the love seat. and you know what, i won every round. it was touch and go a couple of times, especially during the shirt round because her shirt was a onsie and it has snaps, but momma prevailed. and we were both laughing by the time it was done. there are still jammies in the living room as proof of my victory over the small ginger tyrant.
lastly, we had cinnamon toast this morning for breakfast. breakfast has become something of a challenge for me since my child has broken up my routine. we had been having oatmeal and bananas for breakfast like every day. with the exception of some weekend mornings when jay would makes scrambled eggs for himself and would make extra for norah. well my independent, dare i say it, toddler does not like to be fed from a spoon anything that is not yogurt, pudding or applesauce and i'm not a brave enough person to let her try a spoon completely on her own yet. so breakfast has to change. she likes toast, so we have been doing that and sometimes jelly toast on the weekend. she likes french toast, even left over, so that works. but this morning i mixed up some cinnamon sugar and each had a slice of cinnamon sugar toast. this was a staple of my childhood. cinnamon sugar toast for breakfast and even cinnamon sugar on butter bread for dessert at lunch time. it was always there, in a reused spice container, right beside the toaster. and the sun went out if it was empty. of course mom was always there to keep the world spinning and make more cinnamon sugar. cinnamon sugar toast makes me feel like a good mom, cause it is something my mom did. it reminds me how it felt to have someone there constantly on my side even if it was, in that moment, only to refill the cinnamon sugar container. i had an amazing childhood because of all those tiny things my mom always did and i so so hope that someday norah will be able to say the same thing. being told i'm turning into my mother is one of the most exciting compliments i can ever receive.
to round things out here today, just an update on the new tyrant we are adding. i'm feeling pretty good for the most part. i was sick like the whole first half of my last pregnancy so this one has been easier in that regard. but boy oh boy, when i do get sick with this one, i am down for the count. and the belly-stretching round ligament pain has been like killer this time. i was not prepared, but for today i'm feeling pretty good. we have not really done anything as far as readied the bedroom for the addition because we are waiting to find out if we have another female tyrant or are venturing into the realm of boy-ness. and i'm still on the fence whether or not we will just buy another crib or try to hold off with just the pack-n-play until norah is ready for a toddler bed. we are going to just play that one by ear. it is very convenient that we will know the sex before yard sale season gets going so i can go nuts getting stuff that way.
and that's my life today. my kitchen is a mess and i have to cook the ribs i have been forgetting about for supper tonight. but i only have one load of clean laundry waiting for me to fold and disperse and i feel good about things like that.
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