1. I am going to get my hair cut on Saturday by the same guy who thought 8-track tapes were "from sometime in the 1980's?"---- defintiely well before he was born. I don't know why I put myself through this madness, why I don't just up and demand that the person who cuts my hair be born before 1979 and have a working knowledge of the tv show CHiP's. Instead, this is what I get: 45 minutes of conversation revolving around music I don't know, and stories that require way too much back story ("So 8-track tapes were these things before regular cassette tapes? We had an 8-track player in our station wagon and would listen to John Denver and The Carpenters").
2. Bean's newest acrobatic feat involves throwing her body over a large red rubber ball in our living room. I think she dreams of laying on the thing like an inflated rubber dingy, but due to it being a BALL and everything, she ends up getting dumped on her (count them): head, chin, bum, elbow, knee, nose, leg, and cheekbone (that's just from yesterday).
3. I went back and read yesterday's post after a few of you proclaimed that you thought it was some kind of cat eulogy. My only thought is that I should have put a disclaimer in the title: THIS CAT IS NOT DEAD... YET.
4. We're facing that stage with Bean where she's so darn EXCITED about flowers and greenery that she ends up killing the objects of her affection... killing them with TODDLER KINDNESS. She bent back the petals of the above tulip when she was giving it a love. And then she uprooted several sprigs of thyme because she wanted to give them a 'tiss. Basically we feel the need to console the foliage after Bean has visited.
5. How to depress yourself in three easy steps: put your daughter to bed (knowing that you'll be back in her bedroom again sometime in the next five hours), wander to your bedroom to prepare to take a shower but instead of a shower--- turn the television on and watch this show on PBS about talking to children about the death of a parent--- starring Katie Couric and the Sesame Street Muppets.
And now that I've brought all of YOU down, tell me what you're doing this weekend. We're pulling weeds and attempting to shiend the remaining tulips from too much of Bean's love.