I'm really good at turning healthy food into semi-healthy food.
GBaby does not like real oatmeal yet, so the cats got her yogurt-topped serving and I mixed up some Gerber stuff for her. What a baby.
Should SuperPACs exist? A few weeks ago I got my first telephone call from a SuperPAC, but it was an recording so I hung up. That's not so super if you can't get some real people to make phone calls. And just for the record, I don't think any of the current presidential candidates are that super.
When I unloaded the dishwasher this morning, I was so proud of myself: there were (approximately) several hundred items in there. I didn't actually count them, but I did put them in there last night. Plus, I remembered to turn it on, so I'd call that a Super Pack job.
New household rule: You cannot color (in a coloring book) without panties on. I've never had to initiate this rule before child #4. She says it's more fun. Also, she hates going upstairs by herself. I circumvented these nudist tendencies by telling her to go check her underwear drawer for candy. And while you're up there, go get a clean pair of panties. I feel a little deceitful. Maybe I should get a job in politics. Anyway, it didn't work; she came down panti-less and I resorted to pure bribery. Can I put that on a resume?
Well, the baby is fussing in her highchair and the toddler is (almost) finished dressing herself. Hmmmm... leggings + skirt + dress. Surprisingly well-color matched, but a bit overdressed for today's standards. Did she not get the memo about Official Yoga Pants in the Ruffer House Day? I need to check the printer. Apparently we're not printing out the daily appropriate clothing guides. I just helped her put a belt on, so I guess the outfit is complete now and she's demanding her candy.
Please note: all images were found on the Google. I'm lazy and I didn't have a fresh flower to prop up beside my oatmeal. Plus, the really funny picture of my nudist toddler is really not appropriate. One might wonder why I took it.