A little bit of this and that

I have a bunch of random, funny things that have happened lately, as well as some photos, so here's a little story/photo dump for your reading/viewing pleasure.

-Big A got off the bus today and said she had something to tell me. I leaned over and she said "I still have my pajamas on." I looked at her and all I saw was a jumper, shirt and tights. Huh? Then she told me that she still had her pajama shorts from the night before on under her tights. I'm not really sure how this happened, since I was the one that put on the tights...over the pjs. Oh well, in case she wants to turn Mormon, she'll  be prepared.

-J was putting a band-aid on a gross cut he got playing softball. I told him he should stop playing softball because he kept hurting himself. Big A piped in, "Yeah, you're going to use up all the band-aids."

-During our anniversary dinner (9 years, holla!), I asked J if he needed to "go potty" before we left the restaurant. Ah, romance.

-Speaking of the potty, Little A is officially potty-trained! Each time she goes, she starts peeing, then looks up at me and says "Don't clap till I'm done." It never gets old.

-The other morning I was complaining that the house was messy yet again. Big A piped up, "Maybe you shouldn't have had kids, then your house would be clean." Zing! Mastering the Jewish guilt trip at the age of 5.

-The other night, Little A woke up crying. I went into her room and she said through her tears, "Where's Abby?" I told her she was in bed sleeping. The next morning, I asked Little A what she was dreaming about. She said she thought Abby had gone to Florida. 

-Speaking of crying, Little A has really discovered her sensitive side lately. Its not unusual for her to cry real tears over the oddest things. The other night we were leaving for an event, and she suddenly decided she needed the giant lamb stuffed animal that hangs on her bed -- something she has had for years and barely looked at. She brought it downstairs, threw herself on top of it and cried about how she was going to "miss lambie" as we dragged her out the door.

And now for the pictures..

A weekend at the beach with cousins...

 Park playdate with some great girls

 Obligatory pumpkin patch photos

 

 Watching the kids grow....

 Well hello there, Mr. Scarecrow

 Always ready for her close-up

 Say hello to "Dr. Alex"

 The picture my mother-in-law sent after Little A took a #2. I am just grateful there

wasn't actually poop in the photo.

Dumpster dive

So let me tell you a story about how I made a man jump in a dumpster for me.

It all started yesterday when I went to buy a sandwich for lunch. I decided to try to be a little healthy and get an apple on the side instead of chips. Now this is where the tale gets sordid. I get back to work and reach in the back for my lunch bag. The apple is missing. I open both back doors to look under the seats - no dice. I give up and go back to my office. Eat my lunch, throw out the trash and go about my day.

I leave work and walk to my car. Reach into my purse for my keys...and come up empty. Decide I must have left them in my (locked) office. The office key? On the key ring. I call public safety, they unlock my office. I look for my keys to no avail. I suddenly have a thought - when I shoved my lunch in my purse, I must have put the keys on top, they fell in the bag and I threw out the bag. I call J to come bring me a spare key and my neighbor to get Abby from the bus (thank goodness for my "village"). In the meantime, I ask public safety if they know where the trash that was just picked up from my office might be. In the dumpster, is the sad answer. They call the custodian and they walk me out to the dumpster. Most of the trash is already compacted for the day. I see a cup that looks familiar and the custodian climbs in the dumpster and rips open the bag. Let me repeat that in case you missed it - he climbed in a dumpster and sorted threw trash. For me. There really are good people left in the world.

When he can't find the keys, he climbs out, I thank him profusely, I go to meet J with the spare key. I drive home.

Fast forward to today. I'm walking out to my car, fishing around in my purse for my spare key. My hand grips against something soft...it feels like a key ring. Could it be? Um, it is.

I made a man dive into a dumpster. For nothing.

The moral of this story? Just get the chips.