Random Thoughts Thursday

I have felt a bit like Miss Hannigan, from Annie, all day today. Not because I’m being particularly mean or drunk (at least no more so than usual), but because I’m surrounded by little girls. Everywhere I turn, I can see them.

The other day Ellie came up to me with a dollar bill in her hand. We had the following conversation:
E: Mom, how much monies is this?
M: It’s a dollar. Where did you get it?
E: In your pennies jar.
M: You were in my penny jar?
E: (wide, earnest eyes) Not now!

Last Friday I was in Walmart with all three girls. We walked past the women’s clothing and happened upon a rack of acid-washed jeans – the kind that looks like bleach was poured on them in random places – the kind people were making for themselves by doing just that when I was in 5th and 6th grade. The girls couldn’t understand why I was having hysterics. Did someone honestly think that those jeans were a good enough idea that they needed to be brought back? Haven’t we embarrassed ourselves enough? Soon we’ll be pegging them and pairing them with an oversized sweatshirt with Esprit or Guess printed across the front in huge letters. Oh, and we’ll be doing our hair really big. Heaven help us all.

I saw this product on a comment on Daring Young Mom’s latest post at Parenting.com. While I have never personally needed something like this, it does look like it could come in handy. However, I could not stop laughing at the pictures. The endorsements above the pictures are priceless, too.

What part of “please don’t play in the playroom closet” do my children not understand? Judging by today’s activities, I’m guessing the “don’t” part.

The other night Lexi was humming a song she learned in class. They’re studying the water cycle. We know this song because Vicki had the same teacher two years ago. It’s to the tune of “My Darling Clementine” and goes like this: “Evaporation, condensation, precipitaaaaation on my mind.” Well, while Lexi was humming, Vicki started singing. However, over the course of two years she’s apparently forgotten the words. What she sang was this: “Emancipation, constipation, proclamaaaaation on my mind.”

Today I made lasagna without looking at the recipe once. I’m so proud of myself. It’s yummy lasagna, too! The only thing missing will be the garlic bread, but our broiler broke and I didn’t plan ahead to do it without the broiler. Bummer.

But I made the lasagna without looking at the recipe!