Happy Turkey Day, all. May you eat yummy food, be with people you love, and not get stressed out.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
PMB is Thankful For
Happy Turkey Day, all. May you eat yummy food, be with people you love, and not get stressed out.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Anony. Mous.
Recently I was surprised to find in my inbox an anonymous comment on an old blog post.
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How do you do indeed. As it turns out, I am now getting one or two of these comments a day. grr. So I have changed the comment settings to disallow anonymous comments. I want to allow them, but these auto-advertisements are getting a little annoying.
Sorry for the inconvenience. Please don't let it stop you from commenting!
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How do you do indeed. As it turns out, I am now getting one or two of these comments a day. grr. So I have changed the comment settings to disallow anonymous comments. I want to allow them, but these auto-advertisements are getting a little annoying.
Sorry for the inconvenience. Please don't let it stop you from commenting!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Toys
Christmas is coming, folks. Yep, I said it. Thanksgiving is coming too, and I am very much looking forward to that holiday. Pearl has learned the fine art of hand-turkeys, and she has made lots and lots of "decorations" with this new technique, most of which do give away. Because everyone should be able to share this wonderful discovery of making a turkey from the outline of her hand! So please don't think I am overlooking Thanksgiving. It's just that I have toys on the brain.
Pearl wants one thing for Christmas. Cooties. Do you remember the game where you build the bugs and put on their antennae and feet and eyes? She loves this game. She saw it at the grocery store and asked for it. I said, "Maybe for Christmas." woops. "I can have Cooties at Christmas!" was her interpretation. I laugh that she is so entertained so cheaply (the game costs $5 at the grocery store). Then I started thinking of the kids' favorite toys.
Pearl's favorite- by far- is her magnifying glass.
She earned it for pooping in the potty. It's a real magnifying glass in a nice green hue (I got it from a MAGNIFICENT place called Lakeshore Learning. My favorite store in the entire world now). I think it was $1.99.
Pixie's favorite toy is Pisces' old cell phone. The old silver dinosaur we discontinued about 4 years ago as we entered our own technological Dark Age-the age without cell phones. Pixie also loves a little backpack we got as a free promo in the mail.
I just recently picked up some 1" paint brushes from Michael's for the girls too. 40 cents each. Pearl has a playdoh lid that she thinks looks like a paint palette, and she and Pixie take their brushes and paint murals on the couch and piano. I actually bought the brushes so they could paint with water on the patio, but they seem to like them fine even without water.
What I'm getting at is their favorite toys are not necessarily toys. And they are definitely not expensive. I suspect a lot of kids have favorite toys that are not toys. What about your kids? What are their favorite toys? And what are you getting them for Christmas? (Assuming they cannot read and snoop about it!)
Pearl wants one thing for Christmas. Cooties. Do you remember the game where you build the bugs and put on their antennae and feet and eyes? She loves this game. She saw it at the grocery store and asked for it. I said, "Maybe for Christmas." woops. "I can have Cooties at Christmas!" was her interpretation. I laugh that she is so entertained so cheaply (the game costs $5 at the grocery store). Then I started thinking of the kids' favorite toys.
Pearl's favorite- by far- is her magnifying glass.
She earned it for pooping in the potty. It's a real magnifying glass in a nice green hue (I got it from a MAGNIFICENT place called Lakeshore Learning. My favorite store in the entire world now). I think it was $1.99.
Pixie's favorite toy is Pisces' old cell phone. The old silver dinosaur we discontinued about 4 years ago as we entered our own technological Dark Age-the age without cell phones. Pixie also loves a little backpack we got as a free promo in the mail.
I just recently picked up some 1" paint brushes from Michael's for the girls too. 40 cents each. Pearl has a playdoh lid that she thinks looks like a paint palette, and she and Pixie take their brushes and paint murals on the couch and piano. I actually bought the brushes so they could paint with water on the patio, but they seem to like them fine even without water.
What I'm getting at is their favorite toys are not necessarily toys. And they are definitely not expensive. I suspect a lot of kids have favorite toys that are not toys. What about your kids? What are their favorite toys? And what are you getting them for Christmas? (Assuming they cannot read and snoop about it!)
Monday, November 16, 2009
SWEETS!
I have a sweet tooth. No, I have 36 sweet teeth. I have a sweet mouth, I guess. Pisces is very health-conscious, and I have been trying to be more so at his gentle prodding. However, the season has changed. I can't really explain it, because it's not cold, but it's a little cooler, and there is a fall feeling in the air. I wonder if this season change is behind my uncontrollable cravings for SWEETS! The last few trips to the grocery store have been tortuous. Apparently Nabisco now makes mint-creme filled oreos that are covered in chocolate. The nerve. And a friend, a dear friend with serious talent, has a facebook page for her business of SWEETS. Like banana sour cream cake and The Bombe.
The Bombe. I tried this at one of our Mom's Night Out gatherings. Said friend brought it for taste-testing. I didn't know what it was when I put it on my plate; I just saw a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. But after I took the first bite, I burst out, "What IS that?!"
"The Bombe." Three other moms chimed in unison, not even turning their heads. They knew from the sound of my voice what I was talking about. The Bombe is an experience every woman should have (I am a fan of this page on facebook. You can find it by looking at my profile).
But I digress. In the midst of all this decadent day dreaming, I looked at the pile of mail today. This is all I have to say. HOW DID THESE GUYS GET MY ADDRESS?!
The Swiss Colony
I just want some cake. With frosting. And preferably four to five alternating layers of chocolate buttercream filling. A cute little frosting Santa design would be nice, but it's not necessary. Bring. Me. Some. Cake.
I'm trying to be good. Really I am. I got some Marshmallow Mateys cereal to satisfy my need for sweetness. I don't know if that really helps though. I mean, this is the stuff that helped me gain 50 pounds during my pregnancy with Pearl. So clear logic dictates that I should just buy a stinking cake, right? That seems to be the only logical conclusion. Plus, with any order I get a free pound of chocolate covered macademia nuts. It's economical, you know. Or if I go with The Bombe, it's pretty much dessert and therapy all in one.
I think I need a bowl of cereal.
The Bombe. I tried this at one of our Mom's Night Out gatherings. Said friend brought it for taste-testing. I didn't know what it was when I put it on my plate; I just saw a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. But after I took the first bite, I burst out, "What IS that?!"
"The Bombe." Three other moms chimed in unison, not even turning their heads. They knew from the sound of my voice what I was talking about. The Bombe is an experience every woman should have (I am a fan of this page on facebook. You can find it by looking at my profile).
But I digress. In the midst of all this decadent day dreaming, I looked at the pile of mail today. This is all I have to say. HOW DID THESE GUYS GET MY ADDRESS?!
The Swiss Colony
I just want some cake. With frosting. And preferably four to five alternating layers of chocolate buttercream filling. A cute little frosting Santa design would be nice, but it's not necessary. Bring. Me. Some. Cake.
I'm trying to be good. Really I am. I got some Marshmallow Mateys cereal to satisfy my need for sweetness. I don't know if that really helps though. I mean, this is the stuff that helped me gain 50 pounds during my pregnancy with Pearl. So clear logic dictates that I should just buy a stinking cake, right? That seems to be the only logical conclusion. Plus, with any order I get a free pound of chocolate covered macademia nuts. It's economical, you know. Or if I go with The Bombe, it's pretty much dessert and therapy all in one.
I think I need a bowl of cereal.
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