Does anyone know what a stereogram is? If you ever went to a doctor's office in the 1990s, you definitely saw a framed one on the wall.
Perhaps this will refresh your memory:
|Ah, now you remember: just unfocus your eyes and see a 3-D picture pop out.|
My daughter was reading a Goosebumps book (which totally defined the '90s for me) and looked up to ask, "What's a stereogram?" I had no idea, but once we Googled it the memories came flooding back to me, and naturally I had to get them some Magic Eye books from the library.
Because if there's one thing parents love, it's foisting stuff they remember fondly from their childhoods on their own kids and making them pretend like they enjoy it, too.
As I round the final corner in this pregnancy, I am getting SO cranky. I'm just crabby all the time, which can probably be expressed best in the form of memes:
Actually, that was fun and made me feel a little better. How about a few more?
|...or I will eat you.|
Two of the midwives in my practice have recommended drinking herbal raspberry leaf tea to promote going into labor on schedule, and while such a thing sounds awfully hippy-dippy to me (I have a hard time listening to anyone talk about meditation, essential oils, or "chakras" with a straight face for too long) I figured at the very worst, it couldn't hurt.
So I emailed Phillip at work and asked him to pick up some for me at the store on the way home.
This was his response:
Actually, let's talk about tea. I don't get tea.
So you put the little teabag in your cup, wait a while until your hot water tastes like hot water with half a hint of something else, and then throw away the teabag?
I hate buying stuff solely for the purpose of throwing it away. It makes me physically ill to buy paper cupcake liners for this very reason, you guys. These teabags are killing me.
|According to the label on the side, this is supposed to "tone the uterus." This is just getting weirder and weirder.|
Obviously, I'm not a tea drinker. In fact, this may be the first time in my life I've ever even tried herbal tea so there must be something I'm missing.
We finally bought tickets to fly to Phillip's family reunion this summer. Yes, for all seven of us (not counting the baby who can fly as a lap child.)
Apparently we're the first people crazy enough to pull a stunt like this, because on all the major travel sites (Orbitz, Travelocity, etc) you literally cannot buy more than 6 tickets at a time.
As Phillip was filling out the traveler's names, genders, and birthdays, he stopped about halfway through and gasped, "Come on, do we really have this many kids??" It was a little overwhelming.
We're trying not think about the fact that we saw tickets for hundreds of dollars cheaper a few months ago and didn't do anything about it.
Right now, I'm sitting in the bathroom supervising my 2- and 4-year-olds in the tub as I finish typing up this post, wondering what to write down for my seventh quick take, when my toddler stands up, starts peeing, and quickly grabs a bath toy shaped like a pirate ship to catch it all while giving me an extremely self-satisfied grin that says, "Aren't I clever?"
And there you have it.