squeeze yogurt

this is not so much a rant as an observation that i found wildly hilarious...

i babysit for a neighbor, a little girl 5 months older than ryn, who happens to be an only child. well, last week she wanted to bring a snack over for her friends, so she brought squeezable yogurt. i snipped the ends off and handed them out and was attending other business when my charge calls to me, "emilie...(whine)i just can't eat this without a straw." a straw, for a tube yogurt. sure my precious gem, right after i peel all your grapes for you. ahhh, it just doesn't get old.

but, just a confession, when clovelly was a baby/toddler i didn't let her walk in sand. ever. the poor child never played on the sandy playground until she was, like 2(right around the time i had been pent up in the house for a few months with kinsale). funny how having that 2nd kid really puts things in perspective.

thou shalt not steal

as you may know, I am the 2 year-old Sunday School teacher at our church(pick yourself up off the floor). Well, something you may not know - I hate play-dough. There is something about the way that it smells when it is stuck in your kids' fingernails that just makes me illish. I also gag at the smell of apple juice, which makes me wonder again about why I am the 2 year-old Sunday School teacher, but, alas, maybe a rant for another day...
Anyway, as adverse as I am to play-dough, I don't have to take all these kids home with me and smell their fingernails, so I broke down and bought 8 jars of play-dough for the class. Yes, the kids were all thrilled and colorful squishy stuff is an awesome way to entertain a 2 year old for an hour, so it was okay. But then, 2 weeks ago, I discover that 2 of my jars of play-dough are missing out of my Sunday School cabinet! Now this would not have been a problem except for the Sunday I discover the theft, I have distributed 6 jars of play-dough only to have a 7th child dragged through the door, screaming - in desperate need of some serious distraction. But where are the other 2 jars of play-dough??? Pilfered. At church.
So after 10 minutes of my making animal noises for the screamer(another hidden talent), he decides to get down and play with half of Ryn's play-dough and I spend the rest of Sunday School labeling my 6 remaining jars of play-dough and posting a note in the cabinet about please not taking our play-dough. Pffffff.

Interestingly enough, last week, the missing play-dough was back. Bring on the screamers.

magna doodle

Well, it really just downright stinks when your kids breaks someone else's toy and you have to go buy a new one. Especially since I am about the cheapest person I know and, although my kids have lots and lots of toys, I never go out to the store and plop down 15$ for one little thing. That is like half of my yard sale budget for the year! Hopefully it was a life-lesson to the breaker, would I pay 15$ for that? It doesn't help much, but that's life, right?

so...

okay, so as for Moxie Rants - since I am really working on my anger management issues to prolong my life and not sweat the small stuff , and all that psycho-analysis stuff - I am going to only rant on this specific blog. A few people called to see if I was okay after I ranted on my other Mom blog, so I created this one for the sole purpose of venting . Plus it seems nicer to not have pictures of my children under a rant...

I strongly dislike it when people chat on their cell phones while they are trying to check out at a store. I always seem to get behind the person talking on their cell phone and waiting until their total pops up on the screen before they even start digging in their purse for their checkbook. After finding their checkbook, they still have to write out the check and ask the person whom they are talking to on the phone to hold on while they inquire with the cashier as to the date...

If you know me and would like to post a rant on this blog please feel free to hack in!

Have a great day!