Sunday, October 16, 2011

The only good thing about snow in October

I am proud to bring you the much-awaited video!  See, I told you the fourth time would be the charm.  Sadly, I don't know that this video was actually worth waiting for.  I mean, it's cute and all, but don't be disappointed if you're...well....disappointed.

The thing is, once I'd failed to upload the video THREE times, it was more a matter of principle than a matter of thinking you really needed to see this video. Alas, here it is.

I've decided there is only one good thing about snow in the first week of October.  And this is it:

Friday, October 14, 2011

What I'm doing when I'm not blogging

If you haven't noticed, I've been kind of quiet on the ol' blog recently.  So, if you're still here, thanks for sticking around!

I wish I could tell you that I was off sky diving or exploring remote caves in South America or something while I wasn't blogging.  I even wish that I could tell you that I was just too busy cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my family to have time to blog.  At least that would be a good excuse.

You want to know what I was really doing, though, while not blogging?  Watching soap operas.  And drinking Salted Caramel Mochas. But mostly watching soap operas.

When I was a kid and got to stay home sick from school, I used to dread daytime TV between 12:00 and 3:00 p.m. because there was nothing on but soap operas.  Now, I wish I could reclaim all those years that I was missing out.  In fact, I've decided that one of the greatest things about being a stay-at-home mom is that the best soap opera (I'm talking about none other than General Hospital) happens to coincide with nap time.  Seriously, smart move, ABC. 

It's not that the acting is particularly wonderful or that the story lines are even remotely believable, but I think that's what makes them so great.  I also think that the people who write these things have to be geniuses because I hadn't watched a soap opera in nearly two years, but as soon as I started again, I knew exactly what was going on.  It was like I hadn't missed any episodes at all. 

I've also decided that my blog would be WAY more interesting if my life were a soap opera.  I could write things like, "OMG, guys!  I totally found out today from my third cousin's telepathic dog that my neighbor's baby isn't her husband's.  In fact, her husband isn't even her husband!  He's a serial murderer who had plastic surgery to look like her husband and then took his place.  And, to top it all off, he's my brother who I never knew existed!  But I can't tell anyone!  I don't want him to go to prison; he's family after all!"  Soap-opera Me apparently uses an excessive number of exclamation marks...

Alas, all  I have to tell you about is my utter failure as a youtube user.  You see, I have this super cute video I was going to share with you, but I can't for the life of me upload it.

The first time I tried to upload it, I fell asleep, and the computer battery died.  The second time I tried to upload it, I got bored half way through and decided to check my personal email (which is also a gmail account), but by signing into that email, I signed out of the youtube account where I was uploading the video and didn't realize it until several hours later when I went to post the video and it had been stopped in the middle.  Then, I uploaded the video for a third time.  Success!  Except that I hadn't signed out of my personal google account, which meant I'd uploaded the video to the wrong account.

Fourth time will be the charm.  Soon.  I promise. 


P.S. For all those who asked about my little robot...it's a Mint floor cleaner.  Mine's the basic model, but I love him all the same.  He sweeps and mops, but doesn't vaccuum (which is ok by me since I have no carpeted rooms in my house).  But I would recommend this guy as an addition to your Christmas list if you hate mopping as much as I do.  And, I'm in no way affiliated with the company, other than that I own one of their products, which I purchased myself.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Who doesn't need more robots?

If I doled out love and affection based on who contributed the most around the house, my baby would have to fight pretty hard for a position on my lap. And my husband would have to say sayonara to cuddling in bed because he’d have to move to the guest room.

Who would take their places you ask? This guy:


My Mint Floor Sweeper. That’s right. I might even say that he does more work around the house than I do. When I go out for a cup of coffee, he’s diligently chasing dust bunnies. As I am sitting on the floor building block castles for my toddler to knock down, he’s busy cleaning up the cheerios from breakfast. Long after I go to sleep at night, he’s mopping away so there will be shiny floors waiting for me when I wake up.

The best part is he’s always cheerful about his work. There’s no whining or complaining or procrastinating. He tackles each job with a happy little tune and a series of dancing blue lights. It’s like he’s having a little party for himself each time I tell him to clean the floor. If only my husband reacted the same way when I gave him orders…

When I got my little Mint sweeper, my mother was pretty skeptical. “I just don’t see how a machine is going to clean as well as you would.” Now, let’s be clear that she meant a general “you” not a specific “me.” Anyone who knows how well I clean would never doubt that a machine would do a better job. After all, some cleaning is better than no cleaning.

Anyway, “It can’t possible clean as thoroughly as a human,” she contended. And you know what I said? “Mom, I bet people said the same thing about washing machines and dishwashers when they first came out, but I don’t see you hand-washing your underwear.”

As it turns out, the Mint doesn't just do an ok job; he does a fantastic job.  My floors are cleaner - not just because I clean more often with the Mint, but because it cleans without leaving streaks.  This is something I NEVER managed to do when I cleaned the floor myself.  

I figure if there’s a machine to do my work for me, I’d be crazy not to let it. And since he never expects any affection in return, it’s really a win-win situation. Now, if only I could get my toddler to understand that hugging and kissing the floor cleaning robot is not necessary - and is in fact detrimental to his ability to do his job - we’d be in business.

*Full disclosure: I was not paid in any way to write this post, nor did I receive this product free to review. (I wish!)  I really just like it that much.*

Sunday, October 2, 2011

I anticipated gray hair, but I never thought my kid would make me bald

Some kids have blankies while others have teddy bears.  Mine has hair.  Specifically, my hair, though he'll also accept his Grandmother or Aunt's hair when he has to.

Little Spaghetti has fiddled with my hair for as long as I can remember.  I even chopped off my long, beautiful hair into a short mom haircut when he was four months old or so (something I SWORE I'd never do) in an effort to get him to stop playing with it.

There was even a brief time when his love of hair focused specifically on my eyelashes and I wondered whether I'd ever find a mascara to cover up massive chunks of missing lashes.

This week, I finally got to the point where I couldn't take the hair holding any more.  You see, I have gotten my little guy to sleep in his own bed (woot! that's a huge accomplishment.  I'm just sayin').  He'd stay there until about 4 am, at which point I let him get into bed with me.

Each day,  his hair addiction was getting worse and worse.  It got to the point that he started spending three hours each morning just rubbing, twirling, and pulling my hair, but not actually sleeping.  Then, it would culminate around 7 each morning with him wrapping his entire arm in my hair, followed by his foot.  As he wound more of my hair around more of his body, he - without fail - would end up laying on top of my head.

So I  cut him off. Ok, that's a lie.  I found a surrogate.  My mom had this doll that used to be mine.  She has hair.  Lots of it.  And he doesn't seem to mind the switch.  See?

Nothing more peaceful than a sleeping baby


In the morning, though, this is what we get.

Someone had a rough night!
She looks how I used to feel.  Luckily, I don't feel that way any more.  But I do spend thirty minutes combing out this doll's hair each day so that it doesn't become a total disaster.

Though, with the amount of hair she loses each time I brush it, I'm afraid she's going to be bald by his second birthday... Although, at least it won't be me!