Pants, no Pants, and Curtains

This was a day of no pants and pants.

First, no pants. Claire decided, as usual, that we were going to have an epic battle to end all battles on the changing table. After the battle was fought To get a diaper on (Mommy 1, Claire 0), mommy decided it wasn't worth the fight to put on the pants. so Claire paraded around all morning with no pants, mischievously saying, "Go naked?" and me replying, "yes, Claire, partially naked." and wondering what we were going to do when she wanted to be naked in the wintertime.

And now, Pants! Claire goes down for a nap, and I decide to investigate a mysterious plastic bin under the bed. I open it and, gasp! My jeans from before Claire! Now that I lost the wait I fit in them again! I swore I thought I had given them away to charity back before I decided to do Jenny Craig, so this is an awesome score on my part. Yay Megan!

In completely unrelated news, we got the new curtains up. It is so much brighter in here! Im so happy with my decision. They are slightly more formal than I had planned, but I'm really happy with them, regardless.

Florida

So, having grown up in Florida, you'd think I'd remember just how miserable August is, but Chicago has me fooled. I always think, Gosh, it won't be so bad. Then we land, and I'm like, crap, what the heck was I thinking?!?!

August in Florida is ridiculous. You literally spend all your time scurrying from one air conditioned store to the next, and when you get in the car, you put the AC on full blast just to compensate for the misery.

So, here we are, considering what we're going to do if Hurricane Irene hits us Friday. I haven't had to think about this stuff in six years. My mom is all excited, "we've got two generators this time! We can air condition our bedroom!" Oh, the simple things in life that make us happy. Wait, doesn't that mean no AC for me and Claire at night? Yuck.

I am truly looking forward to getting back to my city which is in the 70's right now.

Two Year Olds Say the Darndest Things

So, I was thinking on what would be a good grand opening post to my blog. I thought of that show, "Kids Say the Darndest Things." (okay, so maybe I'm only 30, and I've only seen a fake clip of it used on Family Guy, but you get the idea) so here we go.

I have to constantly yell at my fat ass cat, Mandy to stop scratching the couch. I yell, "Mandy, Mandy," in my sternest teacher voice. Normally by then she's done scratching, but I feel as if I've accomplished something. Well, C has picked up the habit and starts yelling, "Mannee! Mannee!". Ooooooops. But 'Manneee' does stop. Heh.

I don't know why I taught her this, but I've paid for it in spades. So, every time she sees something she's excited about she says hi to it, like airplanes. "Hi airplane!" and then, "bye airplane! See you a morrow, airplane!" well, unfortunately, this extends to mommy going potty as well. We'll be at the mall, Nd mommy has to pee in a public restroom. "hi, potty!" mommy gets done, "bye bye PEE (emphasis on that)! See you a morrow PEE!" cue snickers from every stall in the bathroom.

And my all time favorite: clocks. C is obsessed with clocks. And I've been keeping an eye out for a nice clock for our kitchen. I'm in Target in the Home Decor section, and C starts in with, "Mama! Mama! COCKS! COCKS!" I had forgotten her propensity for dropping L's. I hurriedly say very loudly, so no one thinks I am raising a young porn star, "yes, sweetie, those are CLOCKS! Very good for noticing the CLOCKS!" oi.