Hmmm. (it sounds better with three “m’s”)

Violet may or may not have sucked toothpaste straight from the tube today. She also may or may not have spent the evening chewing on the rubber top of her baby tylenol bottle. You may or may not have noticed that I’m not prone to freaking out over baby-related stuff.

FYI: I now want Ticket To Ride for my birthday. You know who you are.

Tonight for dinner we had pepperoni pizza–homemade. FYI, if you have the time always make your own pizzas–it builds character.

Here’s my pizza dough recipe. (it works for anything in the bread family and even some cousins, depending on how creative you are.)

Listening to kids’ conversations totally cracks me up. Today Violet and I were at the park outside my house and there were a couple middle-school aged children sitting on the picnic tables talking.  They were mostly boys and they were talking on the general subject of rocket engines and NOS, and how having access to one or both of these things would totally make them amazing motocrossers.

“Yeah, if I had my Dad’s dirt bike, I would totally get some NOS for it. I’d do all these jumps and stuff.”

“Are you kidding me? I would get a jetpack and then I could jump higher than you and do a ton of tricks.”

“Can you mix NOS with a jetpack?”



quote of the day

“It’s like the perfect kiss: you have a mouth-full of spaghetti, and I have a mouth-full of french bread!”

I didn’t say it was appropriate.

Overheard today at costco:

“…and you know it’s good because Ranch Dressing has been around for a long time!”

Yeah, the ancient pharaohs used it on their…food. The Roman Empire? Caesar sent it in vats to feed his troops. Don’t get me started on the real reason King Henry VIII killed that Boleyn chick. That’s right, she ate her salads with Thousand Island dressing.


If It Ain’t Broke–Take It From The Baby Real Quick…

Today I took advantage of my sister’s talkativeness, and let her entertain Violet over the phone. She and my brother were trying to remember when everyone was born.

Given, with evident disdain,

“’97? That’s so young!”

Shown, with emphatic indignance,

“No, I’m eleven; that’s not young!”


And now, in the Things I Never Thought I’d Say category:

“What a nice kiss the monkey just gave you!”

“…yes, I’ll take Ways to Entertain a Baby for 300 please…”


This was overheard while Violet was listening to Auntie Showny on the phone today.

“…and the cow says moo. The pig says oink, oink. The doggy says bark, bark.  The bunny says…uhh…”


When a mom and a small child are sharing a public bathroom stall, and all you can hear is a panicked “No! No! No! No!” from the mom, you begin to count the small blessings of being able to go to the bathroom by yourself.