The other night I had a dream that I was an actress and I was making a movie right along with the actual queen of England. It was rather exciting.
A few nights before that I had a dream that our cat was wearing diapers, and it was my job to change them.
It doesn’t happen very often, but I really love it when things work out and I get to take a bath, a long soak in the tub, right in the middle of the afternoon. Our bathtub is as old as our house ( almost 90 years old) and it is porcelain. It’s not a particularly beautiful bathtub, and it’s not a claw foot tub, but it is big, and amazingly comfortable, even though the finish on the porcelain is gone and in fact it sometimes looks a bit nasty. I would never trade my bathtub for any new fangled piece of fiberglass, though.
The other day The Banana decided to see what happened if she sprayed some bug spray INSIDE the house. Of course she sprayed inside. It’s freezing outside. For the record, there are currently no bugs inside (at least that I’m aware of) or outside our house, but let me tell you, the bug spray was terribly stinky. It wasn’t DEET spray, but even the natural lemon eucalyptus stuff we use has quite the odor. In fact, it might be even more strongly scented that the ordinary bug spray, since the scent of this stuff is what actually repels the bugs on a summer evening. Let’s just say it was intense. My nose wanted to shut down.
Mr. Trouble on Feet has taken to saying “Holy Cow!” He says it at the most perfect times, when I least expect it, like, “Holy Cow! Mom! That’s a lot of school buses on the street!” when we are driving down the road. It totally cracks me up, and I think it’s the way it comes out of his mouth with some of his speech issues, along with the dramatic inflection in his voice when he says it.
Another one of Mr. TOF’s recent trends in verbal expressions is, “OK, people!” He says this because I am always saying “OK, people” when I want kidlets to listen to my instructions. It’s a holdover from my days of teaching English at school. My husband is convinced that all English teachers say this in the classroom. It’s pretty funny that Mr. TOF has picked it up.
This week YaYa sewed a zippered pouch, a pair of owl pants, a neat drawstring bag and a backpack. That’s right, a full fledged backpack with zippers and a pocket and everything. She looks things up on the computer, and then she creates them. It constantly astounds me.
Dr. Peds was gone on Thursday night, and I read two full books. It was a literary frenzy. I also needed a nap the next day.
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