I always wanted a fridge with a water dispenser, and now I know what the phrase "be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" means. We got one about 5 years ago and it's been nothing but trouble.
It's always requiring a new filter of some kind or other, and now it's stopped dispensing ice and started dripping water. I highly recommend having a perma-puddle in front of the fridge: not only is it great for wood floors, but the kids can't get enough of the slapstick banana peel action as people try to walk through the kitchen!
Anyway, I finally defrosted the fridge and took apart the ice maker, which is here circled in red:
As I suspected, the entire inside of this thing was a solid block of ice. I was worried it would never thaw on its own (because it was essentially a glacier and those things last forever) so I helped it along with my trusty hairdryer.
It was sort of a weird way to spend a day.
While I was busy with the fridge, Phillip was having quite the eventful time himself. On the day he was coming home from a work trip, he got food poisoning in the morning and then ran out of gas driving home from the airport.
Aside from feeling bad for him (and providing some AAA-style highway assistance,) I had to admit I was really curious about the food poisoning.
I've never seen anyone actually use a barf bag on a plane before. What do you do with it when you're done? Hand it to the flight attendant with a smile and say "You're welcome?"
I don't know where he learned it, but my 2-year-old has lately been zinging me with these retorts ("Look, there's a dump truck." "YOU'RE a dump truck!") that sound oddly like they came from the 1990s. What can I say, he's an old soul.
It all started when I sniffed his diaper and said, "You stink." He looked right back and me and said, "YOU stink!" I realized too late that bursting into laughter wasn't the right response, because now he says stuff like that all the time.
On a long, errand-ridden car ride the other day he was behaving himself very well so I told him, "You're a delightful young man."
He misheard me and shot back, "YOU a eggplant!"
This is, if you haven't noticed, a completely apolitical blog. But my daughter did have an "election" lesson in preschool on Monday, and she learned a lot.
Some lessons on the electoral process from my preschooler:
- You have to go to the town hall to vote.
- A long time ago, only boys could vote so girls holded signs that said "Let girls vote!"
- When you vote on crackers, cheese, or apples for snack, cheese always wins. Duh.
|I was told each snack made an impassioned campaign speech before this official-looking ballot was cast.|
I took the baby in to get his picture taken at JC Penney. I told the photographer he could only sit up by himself for a few seconds so he'd need plenty of support, maybe we could prop him up on some pillows or something. And then he proceeded to sit there unassisted for like 3 minutes while we took his pictures.
It was only when he spit up and I turned my back to grab a burp cloth that he finally tipped over.
This has been a really annoying week. I've spent about 5 hours more than I'd like (that means 5 hours total, because I'd like to spend zero hours) driving around looking for something in stores.
Maybe that sounds like a typical week to you, but I hate going in physical stores. I'd much rather plan ahead and order it on Amazon, but somehow I've been waking up realizing this or that important function is today and I've got no other choice.
Frankly, I'm a little scared that my life has become so hectic I can't get it together enough to make Amazon Prime 2-day shipping work for me, but that's where I'm at right now.
On the plus side, I got to see some stuff by going out in the real world. They're already playing Christmas music and have the North Pole all set up for Santa at the mall, and get a load of what I saw by the register at Bed, Bath, and Beyond:
|Twix by the Yard: Merry Christmas, I got you type II diabetes!|
Recently my dad and stepmom went to Japan and sent the kids chopsticks, which I've got to say are the best thing ever, from an American parent's point of view.
See this meal? Leftovers. First night we didn't have chopsticks, and the 5-year-old wouldn't touch it. Second night, we had chopsticks and it was suddenly entertainment to eat it.
I myself have fond childhood memories of trying to eat bowls of Lucky Charms (no milk) with a pair of chopsticks. I'm sure it delighted my parents, who could maybe have a coherent thought or two while I was occupied. So win-win.