– Turns out, the lyrics to the Lorde song I like are NOT “My friends in Iowa cracked the code.” For months I’ve been singing that and wondering if it was some sort of metaphor for potato chips.*
– Last week in Sandestin I took the tram to meet Jeff in another part of the resort. The tram driver tried to play matchmaker and set me up with one of the nineteen year old college boys who was also riding the tram. This is why no one takes me seriously.
– Scarlette fell out of her chair and started crying. I asked “Oh no, did you hit anything?” and she said “YES!” So I asked her what she hit, thinking maybe she landed on her arm funny, and she threw her hands in the air and said “DA FLOOR!”
– We got in my car and J was like “Wow, I’m impressed that you changed your clock so quickly!” and I was all “Yeah, actually I never changed it the last time we were supposed to do something with the clocks so it basically just caught up with itself.” “Well THAT makes more sense” was his reply. I am unsure if he was referring to the fact that it expected of me to do such a thing or if he was commentating on the genius of my strategy to outsmart daylight savings time. I’m going with the latter.
– I took Scarlette to the store and she was walking along nicely with me when she decided to play her new favorite game. Unfortunately, her new favorite game is called “Run From The Giant” on account of how we watched Mickey And The Beanstalk recently and so what happened was, a lady walked up next to us and Scarlette shrieked “OH NO! RUN FROM DA GIANT!” and took off down the dairy aisle. That is also the day that I was so incredibly mortified that I left without milk or eggs while trying to stammer out something about sorry and beanstalks to a very confused looking fellow customer.
– I have jewelry holder hanging on the wall in our bathroom with flowered push-pins on it. J and I were getting ready for bed when I noticed one missing, so I asked him if he had seen Scarlette with it. I was a little concerned that she had perhaps snuck it into her bed because that is the usual place for her to hide things that she swipes but first I looked around the bathroom for a minute. “Found it!” I called out to J. “You know, that’s why you’re the mom, he answered as he looked down, I would have never even thought to look in the toddler potty.” And I was all “Yeah, that’s basically the second place on the list.”
– Yesterday Scarlette’s Sunday school teacher told me that Scarlette’s contribution to class was “You mean Jesus DOESN’T live in my mommy’s underwear drawer?!” I feel as though it’s possible that my gospel teaching has gone off track somewhere, maybe. Honestly, I have no idea why she even drew any sort of correlation between the Lord and my unmentionables. But seriously, how could you not just love this kid?
*ETA: Apparently I confused Iowa with Idaho, which just makes that mix-up even more ridiculous of me. 🙂
