Two Random Pictures

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Elizabeth does things like this to her bed all the time. That is a belt tied between two bars. It’s supposed to be a door. It makes me crazy because I worry about her getting tangled up in it after she falls asleep. (Her bed actually has a canopy but it isn’t on there because I take the safe sleep thing seriously. Very seriously, considering she’s six.) So every night, I go into her room after she falls asleep and untie anything she’s tied up there. Usually it is her robe. Sometimes one of the belts for her school uniforms. Every once and a while, it is a poor doll or stuffed animal.

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I bought a kit of new brushes and filters for my Roomba. I love my Roomba so very much. It’s the best thing I’ve purchased in years and years. Every so often I treat it to new brushes and filters. (Yes, I do kind of feel like it appreciates them too.) When my Amazon package arrived today, I opened it and actually did a victory fist pump when I saw it was my Roomba stuff. I think I’m getting more boring.

Duck Drama

After yesterday’s excitement about her new unicorn (still being kept in the glass case beside her bed), Elizabeth came out of school absolutely dejected today. Her school is fundraising for the American Heart Association (they are going to jump rope) and the kids earn little plastic rubber ducks for fundraising. Elizabeth got two more today and apparently one disappeared right before school let out. I pick her up in the office on Wednesdays because I volunteer in the Media Center and I walked in to find her weeping to someone who was desperately trying to locate a spare duck. (No spare duck was found but a note was left for the person in charge of ducks.) And when she came out to the car with me, she informed me that her teacher was going to find out if any of her friends was a thief. (Then she proceeded to tell me what a thief was, in case I didn’t know.) Apparently her duck was right next to the teacher’s desk and then when they left, it wasn’t there anymore. (The duck that is missing is the one for raising $75 or more and I think only one other kid in the class has gotten it so far. So perhaps it is an enviable duck.) (Also the reason Elizabeth took her paperwork into class today to earn her duck now was because apparently this other little girl has been bragging about having more ducks than anyone else. I hadn’t sent the paperwork in yet because I didn’t realize anyone cared enough to turn it in before it is due. But apparently this is a big deal in the kindergarten.)

So! Rubber duck drama! Who knew? I am very curious to find out if the duck is located tomorrow. (A thief is someone who takes things that aren’t theirs. In case you didn’t know.)

Pink!

Elizabeth’s class had a behavior chart that is color based. Every morning, everyone starts on green and they can either move down to yellow, orange, or red or move up to blue, purple, or pink. Elizabeth usually hovers on green or blue with occasional jumps to purple or yellow. (I think she’s been two both twice.) The last time she was allowed to move her clip up to purple (if you are on purple, you get a stamp instead of a sticker at the end of the day!) she told me all about how she had moved it all the way up to the top of purple so that it was almost on pink. She’s wanted to get to pink so badly all year.

Well, today was the day. When I pulled up to the school and she came out, she was skipping and bouncing around and she got in the car and exploded with joy. “MAMA! I WAS ON PINK! I GOT TREASURE BOX!” And she presented her pink plastic unicorn Pegasus that she chose from the treasure box.

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We called Daddy on the phone at work to tell him about it and stopped for ice cream on the way home. And now her unicorn Pegasus (she named her Magic) is in a glass case beside her bed.

Side story:

Ryan and I split an ice cream cone when we stop for ice cream on the way home. (Which is reasonably often. It’s a drive thru with really good ice cream right there on the way home!) I don’t really like ice cream that much, I can take it or leave it, so sharing a kiddie cone with him is plenty for me. I eat the top (the part that is dipped in chocolate) and once I hit the cone, I give him the rest. Today, I had eaten right before going to pick up Elizabeth so I gave him most of the cone. By the time we got home, he had only made it down to the cone part. So I let him out of his car seat and told him to take it inside and sit at the kitchen table to finish it. Then I went and got the mail. When I got inside, Ryan was riding his Batmobile around the house and there was no ice cream cone to be seen. I checked the sink, the garbage can, and the kitchen table. No cone. It was impossible for him to have eaten it that quickly. So I demanded that he show me where he had put his ice cream cone. He hopped off his Batmobile, opened up the seat, and showed me.

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Here’s Matt’s response when I texted him the picture and he hit the nail on the head.

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Ryan got really mad when I took away his car and his cone and washed them.

Cute Baby Monday

Ryan is sleeping here. He’s in my bed and since he’s totally and utterly asleep, there’s no point in making him brush his teeth and putting him in his crib so you might as well go away, Mama.

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