Friday, June 8, 2007

Pushing My Buttons

I love my son. I really do. He was pushing every button today. His falls today: in the coat hallway, jumping off the couch, in the bathroom. All by lunchtime. Guitarman noticed scratches on his arm at lunch… I don’t even know how he got them. As an added bonus, he went for a 3-a-day, poopwise. Lordy that child can poop. I have some friends whose kids have constipation issues, and I certainly wouldn’t want to be in their position… but 3x a day seems like a LOT. It happened on Tuesday, too, now that I think of it.

Grilled again tonight. It’s only been a few weeks and I’m already getting over the mediocre, pre-seasoned frozen chicken. I found a recipe online for the Chipotle meat marinade. The real recipe, even, not just somebody’s best guess. Now if I can just find some ancho chilies. Dried. Uh-huh… I see that happening in Germany.

Wee Laddie and I had a big personal grooming day. We polished our toenails a lovely shade of red and Guitarman got a hair trimmer so we cut Wee Laddie’s hair. Our hair styling skills need a bit of work, but I promise there were no bowls involved.

1 comment:

Pam said...

Well I guess painting Wee Laddie's toenails red is no worse than when my 2 daughters dressed their brother up in their hip-hop dance costumes and had him pose for pictures.