Here is a fun tag. My top ten pet peeves (in no particular order).
1. People who park at the Walmart/grocery store entrance. This bugs me SO much. I do not care if you are in your car waiting for someone and the car is running. Your car is blocking the whole way, and it is illegal. Do you suppose that the rest of us like to park 1/4 mile away?? No, but we do it because THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.
2. Flaky people posting/replying on Craigslist. Craigslist is a wonderful thing, and the majority of my transactions have been with good people. Someone wants to sell, someone wants to buy- win/win! But there are way too many flakes who post on Craigslist, or reply to my post, and then don't check their email for a week. Or people who leave their post up for weeks after the item is sold. C'mon!
3. People with a sense of entitlement. These are the people who have a deep-rooted belief that they deserve Everything they ever wanted . . . just because. No, you don't deserve a mansion and cars and toys just because you want them. No. Really. You don't. Of course, I run into about 99% fewer 'entitled' people now that I'm not teaching middle/high school anymore!
4. Kids' toys that are poorly designed. Sometimes I wonder if some toys were field tested at all! Do they even care if it is durable, cleanable, usable, interesting, educational? I think I could be a great toy-design consultant.
5. Kids' shoes that are so hard to put on. See above.
But that is what I get for buying shoes without trying them on the boys' first. I'm learning.
6. Whining. I hear way too much. It is bad enough in a toddler, unendurable in teens/adults!
7. Crummy garage sales. I drove all the way out to your house to have the chance to look at a few overpriced, unorganized, dirty old clothes, dishes and junk piled on the ground? Gee, thanks.
8. My pregnancy brain. It is driving me absolutely batty. I forget so many things and I can't think clearly. I don't know if it's because I'm having a girl, or because I have two kids to chase, but it's definitely worse this time around. Andrew joked that now I can understand just how
his brain works! Ha ha.
9. Computer Problems. I am so impatient and easily frustrated with computer/internet/printer problems. HATE it.
10. Stickers left on opened DVD/CD cases. I have to peel every bit of the security stickers off, I just can't leave it there.
I would love to read this on your blog if anyone else wants to give it a try. I actually feel a bit better after that venting!
Well, a couple days ago Andrew grins at me in the car and hands me the GPS! Turns out he found it jammed underneath the passenger seat- where I had looked. And looked. And looked. I don't think he'll ever let me hear the end of it. But I'm just really happy it's back, and we hadn't bought a new one.
Mom, Brian, and Dory:
Daddy and Daughter. Notice the shorts - the forecast is for 89 degrees today. Guess someone brought some sunshine with her:
A couple more of the "Star of the Night":
I bought a set of 6 plastic 'sorting bowls' in the rainbow colors. Then we used our plastic 'busy bugs' with them (Discovery Toys, I love you). 
They are the same 6 colors and it worked great. Clayton was able to tell (at least a few times) which bugs went in which color bowl. And today . . . he did this!
He matched all 6 dragonflies to the right colors! He likes the dragonflies best- I think it's because they resemble airplanes. Way to go, Clayton!!
Maybe it's because the campout was on Friday the 13th, but it just didn't go too well. Clayton threw a fit and refused to stay in the tent. After the temperatures being in the 60's-80's for a week, it dropped to the 20's last night. At 4:00 am Andrew decided it was too cold and came in the house with Brian- who then threw his own fit because he wanted to stay in the tent. Plus Clayton had already been up with me after having a bad nightmare. Finally everyone went back to sleep. All in all, not the most fun night for us . . . but it's okay. We will try another campout this summer.
Tonight the boys were playing nicely together (which is why I scrambled to get pictures and document such a rare event) and had a ball playing with the beans and their bulldozer/dump truck from Mor Mor and Grandpa.
Please note however- it took a good 1 1/2 years before I could let Clayton really play with it. For a long time all he wanted to do was eat/throw the beans. I wouldn't recommend this for kids under 18 months. I also recommend keeping an old sheet with it to help cleanup go faster.
One thing you might not have known about Andrew is that he talks in his sleep. And apparently his head is still among the stars. Here is what our conversation sounded like at 2:30 this morning:
There was a HUGE mud puddle near the playground today- I managed to keep the boys occupied on the swings and slides for a good 20 minutes, but the second I looked away from him Clayton made a run for the puddle. And let's face it, a 36-week-preggo waddling is no match for a 2-year-old who sees a mud puddle! So Clayton ran straight in, and within seconds was sitting in it splashing up a storm. The puddle was so huge that I could not pull him out without getting ankle-deep in mud myself, which I really didn't want to do. Clayton thought it was hilarious that Mommy kept calling his name, but couldn't reach him. Twerp.
