Picasso

Our daughter's newfound love is painting. Unfortunately, she hasn't mastered keeping it on the paper. In fact, our kitchen floor looks like a mural painted by a 2.5 year old.

So, the kitchen floor has been added to my ever growing list of things that need to be cleaned, pretty much daily. It is fantastic to have this list I suppose, but only if you do something with it. I personally like to have it just for reference I guess.

There is no doubt who the kid's father is. Yesterday, as I'm cleaning the bathroom and ranting about all of the hair (big shock huh?) He mentions to me that he isn't sure what I am talking about, that he doesn't see any hair. I seriously cannot even fathom for one second that he cannot see it. Of course, I promptly went on a tirade about how could he possibly in his right mind be SERIOUS that he can't see the forest that is the bathroom floor and that no matter how hard I try to get it ALL up off the floor, it is just impossible.

It is rather unfortunate that she managed to get his messy genes. At least her messy habits have a shot at making us millions if we foster her artistic talents. His messy habits however, are just plain gross!

STAPP!

I know you are all wondering what you did to deserve two, yes TWO posts from me in one day. Surely you won't be able to contain yourselves.
Since we moved in to our teeny tiny condo, our carpets have (to put it mildly) been trashed. I have been on a mission to get P$rgo floors. However, since my hubby is a teacher, I realized I'd be waiting until the kid was off at college before we could afford actual P$rgo. I finally got it through my thick skull that we can use a much less expensive version because we don't plan on living here for very long, so as long at it lasts a couple of years, until we can sell and reap our $1 profit on our condo, we'd be golden.
After a little research, I learned that our Swedish friends, represented by I#ea, had a decent laminate flooring. Yippeee I thought, I won't be retired by the time we get new floors. Today, we embarked on that very mission.
After a 4 year old's birthday party today, we headed to the aforementioned Swedish store. We tracked down STAPP (with the two dots over the A, not available on our plain old American keyboard!) our new laminate flooring. Perfect, I thought. Things are going smoothly. We paid, and went to load it into the car (note I said car, not truck, minivan, Jeep or any other more appropriate vehicle, just a plain old honda civic).
Quickly, we got about 4 boxes, of 17 into the car, and that's it! We were out of space. Ok, the kid is in her "driving seat" as it is known around here, screaming bloody murder about something, most likely that fact that she didn't have her purple umbrella on this day that wasn't raining. Does she not realize that her brilliant parents are trying to figure out how to handle this conundrum?!?!?!
After a few more minutes, and a few more stupid ideas, we cave. The hubby and I completely cave. Our only choice is TWO FRICKIN TRIPS! Two trips, to a store, 45 minutes away. He tells me, ok, you stay here with half the flooring and the kid. I will drive home and drive back to get you guys and the rest of the floor. After I think about it for a minute, I say HELL NO! You at least need to take all the flooring because I AM NOT waiting here for an hour and a half with an almost potty trained but not quite 3 year old who is going to go out of her mind because all we can do is stand here with this gargantuan cart full of laminate. Somehow, i'd rather poke my eyes out. So, ultimately, we rearrange, fit all the flooring in, throw the driving seat on top of the flooring and hubby departs for home. All the while, he knows he is a gonner if he stops short even once on the ride home. He will for sure be impaled by flying laminate.
Hubby arrives home, only to get directly into the other (much larger car that I suggested we take in the first place) to turn around and come pick us up.
In the meantime, it's Sunday, the store closes at 6pm and oh wait, we got kicked out. Yep, my kid and I are now hanging out outside waiting for my hubby. My almost 3 year old decides to tell me "I have an idea mama, stay here, I be right back" SURE kid, you go right ahead, i'll stay here and wait for you to return! So, we promptly ended our stint at I#ea with a MAJOR temper tantrum, only to be made worse when hubby returns in "the green car" not "the silver car".
Have I mentioned that I can't wait for the day we install the floors? Ought to be a hoot!

Here we go....again

Now that the primary focus of my life has been able to shift away from pee pee parties (and let me tell ya, that kid can PAAARTAYYY), I fully intend to get back into the blogging swing. I love that instead of one package of diapers per week, we are down to one diaper per day, which means one overpriced package lasts a MONTH! Yes, a month. Who knew that something like this would be the most exciting thing I have going in my life.

In other news my husband bribed me for satellite radio over the past week, and in a matter of 24 hours, I managed to break it. Yep, he thinks it is a conspiracy because I don't want him to have it. And quite honestly, I'm not sure I disagree. I mean, did we REALLY need to add another monthly bill to the mix? I certainly think not!

Alright, I am being paged by the princess. She would like her servant to wipe her bum. And I want to have another one?!?!?!