fool me once...

shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me... It took me 20 years, but I finally realized that Glen Tiede was a smart man! LOL.

Shortly before I started this blog, Caleb got me good. I hate "junk" on the counter tops, which includes appliances. So -- I store the toaster in a cupboard right by the fridge. Stupidly, I also keep some of Katherine's fun stuff (including playdough) on the other side of the same cupboard. One morning, I took out the toaster to make Caleb some toast. In the meantime, I was also getting out some fruit and yogurt for the kids to eat for breakfast. All of a sudden, Katherine yells, "look Mommy!!! You have a big problem". Sure enough, smoke was billowing out of the toaster and the smell of burnt plastic filled the house. Caleb had stuffed little plastic playdough tools in the toaster. (What else would you do with them???? LOL) It was horrible to say the least. The smell lingered for DAYS!! The toaster immediately went in the garbage as there was no hope of getting out the melted plastic. This morning, after I had dropped Katherine off at preschool, Caleb and I went home and I was making him a mid-morning snack. I was expecting to smell cinnamon toast, but the same burnt plastic smell permeated the room. I knew my sniffer wasn't broken, he got me again!!! But really, who looks in their toaster every time??? I guess me!! LOL.

I have a physical on Monday, so this morning I had to get my blood drawn. Of course, Katherine wanted to watch, and I thought, what could it hurt??? I go to the doctor with her all the time, and this is her chance to watch me be brave. Thankfully, I had a great girl with LOTS of blood drawing experience. Usually, the sight of needles makes my whole body shake and break out in a cold sweat --literally. Today, however, I acted pretty maturely, thank goodness. I'm not sure if Katherine watching me or old age was the X factor, but thankfully I held up under the pressure of the watchful eye of an almost 4 year old!! The best part of the whole deal was the fact that Katherine got a sticker. HEEELLLLLOOOO. It was my blood!! Where's my sticker??

After the blood drawing escapade, Mom, the kids and I went out for lunch. To preface, I HATE, HATE, HATE public restrooms, and wouldn't you know, Katherine had to go to the bathroom. UUUUUGH! Anyway, as we get into the bathroom, Katherine is chattering on and on about how I need to make sure and put enough paper on the seat so that her bottom doesn't get germs. I can hear the lady in the next stall over snickering.... After the toilet has been covered to her satisfaction, I put her on and wait outside the door. Not sure why, but all of a sudden she "needs privacy" when she poops.... My daughter. *Sigh*. Wouldn't you know, the lady in the other stall next to her starts throwing up -- all over the floor. She starts yelling -- Mommy, mommy, there's a lady throwing up. It's getting on my floor, I don't want it to touch my shoes. Mommy, it's icky. Mommy, mommy that's one naughty lady. Oh Katherine....... In her defense, it was disgusting. However, I was completely humiliated. I felt so badly for this poor woman...

In other random news -- Katherine starts ballet again tonight. We here on a three week hiatus because of the Christmas holiday, so she is super excited to go! We have our normal Friday morning playgroup in the morning, and we're all really looking forward to it.