Snack-trap fail

The snack-trap. I don't know it's real name but this is what I've dubbed it. It reminds me of a Venus Fly-trap. They are plastic containers with rubberized tops that look like pizzas. They are meant for little hands to go in and no snacks flying out. One lives with my parents and I kept the other one.

I've discovered that the ride home from daycare is easier - read less shrieky - when the Bit has snacks and water. During the past few weeks while my parents are in Alaska, the Bit has been going to daycare Monday to Thursday. It only took me into the second week to think of this trick. Anyway, today I couldn't find the snack-trap, was running a little bit late, and just figured she was old enough to eat out of a little bag.  I filled a snack-sized one with some Teddy Grahams and dried fruit and ran out the door.

Nope. Not ten minutes into the ride home I heard the unmistakable sound of little things raining down on back seat. She didn't even bother to pick up the pieces scattered in her car seat.

Taking direction (unlike the female Asian driver she is)

Aunt Cookie and E came down to fortify me with sweets, cookies, and sweetness while I recovered. Snort, it was a very easy recovery especially with chocolate-covered marshmallows, snickerdoodles, and jelly beans.  The kiddos played happily and they seem to acknowledge each other more and more these days. E hopped into the Minnie Mouse wagon and Lil' Bit came over at our request to pull him about. They both had big grins.

At one point E "lost" his sippy cup among the large, cushion blocks. When he went searching for it, we first tried pointing out, from our positions on the couch, where it was. And then we asked Lil' Bit to come over and help E find it. We coudn't really keep from giggling as they both roamed around looking for it. Finally Lil' Bit spotted it but instead of grabbing it or pointing it out, she did her Asian-squat while staring directly at it. Like an adorable pointer dog. E found it immediately.

Aunt Cookie and I only mentioned or discussed their marriage about 20 times today.

Riding the Wave

Someone just wandered over here followed by the smell of poopy diaper.  And it wasn't my husband.

Extent of my persnickety-ness

The dishes will always be there but one day my baby will leave me.