First of all, don't tell Driver, but I used my green tea body butter on our little man's feet today because they are SO DRY and Baby Magic is doing nothing to help.
Second, Back Seat Girl is wearing the same "Feel & Learn" pull-up I put on her this morning because it is still dry! She has peed in the potty twice and not once in her diaper.
Third, I couldn't get our second hand double stroller seat to lay down this morning so I could lay Back Seat Boy down in it, so I had to walk to the park pushing BSG in the single stroller while carrying BSB in the sling. I don't think 20 year old Shotgun would have ever pictured that in her future.
Fourth, BSG was eating M&Ms after lunch today, and it turns out she does know her colors. I asked her to pick out certain colors and she got them all right. I think that makes M&Ms good for you, right? It means they're brain food.
Finally, I did set a small fire in the kitchen on Monday. Back Seat Boy and Girl were both sleeping, so I decided to make myself some hot chocolate while I cleaned up the kitchen. I turned the burner on for what I thought was the tea pot to boil some water, then left the room to go and do something else. When I walked back into the kitchen and past the stove, I thought to myself "gee, why is it so warm over there. I felt heat on my arm as I walked past." No, I didn't notice the fire when I walked in. I didn't earn the nickname "Captain Obvious" in college for nothing. So, I turned to look at the stove, and I had indeed turned on a burner. The burner with a towel on it. I calmly threw the towel in the sink, cleaned up the burn marks on the top of the stove, and opened up the sliding glass doors to get rid of the horrible stench. Then I took the smoke detector down because it started going off right outside BSG's room. This is not the first time I set fire to a towel in the kitchen.
BSG is going to get her hair cut this afternoon. I took some before shots this morning, so I'll post some before and afters when I get a chance tonight. I'm nervous again. Her hair is getting so long, but her bangs are out of control and there are about 7 different layers in the back. I know she needs a hair cut, I know, but it's always hard for me to see it go. It's odd, because I really have no problem chopping my hair. Maybe I'm already one of those parents living vicariously through their kids. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to filling out the application for the traveling figure skating team.