Motherhood after breast cancer
Ed can not stop telling me about something he saw on PBS the other day: Warthogs eat elephant poop. PBS, why, why, WHY are you so educational? Please stop teaching Ed about poop, although I’m sure you stated it in another way, possibly as scat or feces. I’m fairly certain PBS does not say poop.
This post is one poor, lonely, random thought, since I’m leaving for Iowa this morning, for reasons to be disclosed at a later date.
Have a great Random Tuesday!
Emmy’s doing it again. Deliberately. She is spitting on the floor, and I believe this time she’s spitting out huge mouthfuls of milk so that she can wipe the floor by herself. I wrote about her spitting around this time last year, and I thought she was mature enough now to stop spitting. You know, at the wise old age of TWO. I guess not.
Related to that prior post on spitting is a little vintage RTT from our fearless leader, Keely. This is the post when our beloved RTT almost became TMI Tuesdays. Reader, beware!
Speaking of “Reader, beware!” I sometimes, um, well, stretch the truth just a little when I write comments. Last week I told someone one of my favorite musicals was White Christmas. When I was thinking about this later on, I realized one of my favorite musicals is Holiday Inn, not White Christmas. You see, I don’t lie deliberately. They are very similar movies, aren’t they? In another comment, I wrote how wonderful jicama was, and that my uncle grew it in his garden. I even went out and bought a jicama. As soon as I sliced it and took a bite, I realized that my uncle does NOT grow jicama in his garden, but kohlrabi. If you are the someone I wrote those comments to, I’m so sorry I lied misled you! (The jicama was quite tasty, by the way, especially in my salad!)
Last week I was stopped at a railroad crossing due to the long freight train that was going by. I noticed a car doing a U-turn, which is not all that unusual when I am waiting for a train. The unusual thing was that the car turned around to drive TOWARD the railroad crossing.
Emmy has been using real toothpaste, and so this spitting thing may be all our fault. We have been teaching her to spit out the toothpaste in the sink, after all. She wants to squeeze the toothpaste out by herself, but she squeezes with just a leetle too much gusto. I caught a whole lotta toothpaste on my finger the other day, just as it was about to fall into the sink. So that we wouldn’t waste it, I made Emmy brush with some, Lily brushed with some, and I brushed with some. It’s sparkly, bubble-gum toothpaste. My mouth just didn’t feel as fresh as it does after some regular adult minty toothpaste.
And that’s all the random for today. Let’s hope Keely at The Un-Mom doesn’t have another TMI Tuesday! Go check her out for more random.