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.