S just couldn't wait for April. She, her dollies, and Gallo are already watching Conference.

Puddn'head Wilson

Adam was but human - this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple's sake; he wanted it only because it was forbidden. The mistake was in not forbidding the serpent; then he would have eaten the serpent. -Puddn'head Wilson's Calendar

-Mark Twain

So, I've determined that my household operates under its own set of rules, something akin to Murphy's Law perhaps. Every situation will end in a "What on earth?!" or a "For heavensys sake!"

For instance...

After spending a better part of the afternoon sweeping and mopping my huge, tiled kitchen floor (which is a pain and I hate doing it!), S will spill apple juice everywhere at dinner.

My 7 month old baby will sleep through the night but my almost three year old will wake me in the middle of the night for no good reason.

A little girl will sit on the potty chair for ten minutes just to wet her panties six minutes after getting off said potty chair.

S's imaginary friend, Gallo, has taken up residence in my grandfather clock, which is strictly forbidden for all little hands, but will be unable to vacate the premises because Beast is already living in the coat closet.

Both children will soak their beds on the same night.

M will eat just fine until the pediatrician urges that with the introduction of solids, his formula consumption not decrease. Now he won't finish even half of his bottle.

And the list could go on and on and on. Now this is not to say that days around here are dreary or depressing or inordinately difficult. We're quite fine. But sometimes you just have to wonder.

I love babies who sleep through the night. That's all.

Oh, and husbands who clean up the kitchen before coming to bed.

S always takes issue with me leaving her home with her dad. Doesn't matter where I'm going or how long I'll be gone, she demands that either I take her with me or Daddy goes instead. Last night she followed me to the garage as I was leaving to go to the polls. She wasn't happy, but at least she wasn't hysterical. But of course as soon as she goes back into the house, the questions start. She wanted to know where Mommy was going...

Daddy: "Mommy's going to go vote."
S: "Why?"
D: "Because it's her civic duty."
S: "I don't want her to do her civic duty."

Then this morning S was talking about Daddy's sticker. She wanted to know why he had a sticker.

Me: "Because Daddy went to vote. It was his civic duty."
S: "Oh. I forgot to get my sticker. I forgot to do my civic beauty."

It's Super Tuesday. Go vote! All the cool kids are doing it.

Bedtime Surprises

At bedtime, we all snuggle into S's bed while we sing her songs. Tonight, A was holding S while I was laying next to them. S started playing with my ear, which I thought was kind of cute. Then she says to A:

S: "I put (something unintelligible) in Papa's ear"

A: "You put what in papa's ear?"

S: "A booger"

And apparently, she had. Hydrogen peroxide was never put to better use.

-N