Our neighbor's son called us for a favor, explaining that he was supposed to bring a music stand to his band concert that night but he'd broken his, and could he please borrow my daughter's stand?
Well, of course! We're always happy to help.
I folded up her stand and set it by the door, and less than an hour later my 4-year-old literally snapped off the top part that holds the music. What followed was one of the most ironic phone calls I've ever had to make.
After calling my neighbor back, the next order of business was to replace our broken stand. Our old wire one always felt a little flimsy (so maybe it wasn't all my 4-year-old's fault) so I went with one that seemed a little beefier.
Looks great, right?
Oh, it's fantastic at holding sheet music, but if you're a perfectionist your eyes are already watering from this glaring assault on all your sensibilities as a human being:
For all you normal people who still don't see it, I'll do you a public service and just tell you that one row of holes doesn't line up with the rest of them! And once you see it you can't unsee it. I know, I've tried.
We also bought some new outdoor lights to put next to the garage doors to replace the dated ones that have been happily rusting there since 1995. We actually ordered seven of them, since we also have identical lights mounted outside the front door, back door, and along the deck.
Our credit card company immediately sent us a fraud alert. Not sure if it's because we bought 7 of them or because we don't buy nice stuff for our house so any home decor purchase sets off an alarm somewhere that our identity has definitely been stolen.
Despite spring cleaning our minivan, I found this under my son's car seat the other day:
|So... Christmas in July is meant literally, no?|
This is why I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle.
When you put baby clothes in storage for a few years and then take them out again, a curious thing happens. Yellow spit-up stains that weren't there before are now really prominent.
I just got the 0-3 month hand-me-downs out of the attic for the baby (there came a point when even I had to admit he no longer fits in the size newborn clothes I kept jamming him into) and about half of them were looking pretty bad. I almost wondered if I should just throw them out.
But then I remembered reading about cleaning out baby poop stains on What's Up Fagans using sunshine, and I figured it was worth a try. I sprayed the worst ones with vinegar and laid them out on the deck.
And the sun is magic, you guys.
I didn't take close-up 'before' and 'after' pictures (you can see that at Katelyn's blog,) but holy cow. It was like they were brand new clothes again.
The next day I decided to throw my son's stinky soccer socks out there too, just to see what happened, and they smelled way better.
I'm halfway to becoming the dad on My Big Fat Greek Wedding, only with the sun instead of Windex. Unsightly blemish on your nose? Troublesome eczema? Burst appendix? Put some sunshine on it, you'll be fine.
I'm loving one of my birthday presents, a Kevlar glove for the accident-prone (ahem) to wear when using sharp kitchen instruments, such as their mandoline for slicing vegetables.
So far I haven't cut myself once and I kind of like how it makes me look like Michael Jackson.
We've lost our camera for the time being, so I've been taking a lot of pictures with my phone until we find it again.
I really like my new phone, but since it's got an extra-big screen I'm sometimes having trouble taking photos with it. Especially since I'm often holding a baby (or shielding the baby from his siblings) and only have one free hand.
Thinking there might be some tips and tricks or some kind of one-handed mode I don't know about, I used Google voice search (remember, I've only got one hand) to ask my phone to look up "taking pictures with a phablet."
It misunderstood me and searched for "taking pictures of a fat butt." Not a whole lot of helpful information there, but thanks for trying, Google.