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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I love my parents!!

Dads say the darndest things

For those of you that read Parent's magazine, there is a recurring column titled "Kid's say the darndest things," where mothers share funny things their kids have said. Well, being that my kid doesn't say anything, I have to go to the next best thing. Aaron.
Last night I was explaining to Aaron why I didn't nurse Estee at my usual afternoon time. I said because of my schedule sometimes I can't nurse her my usual twice a day and it ends up being once a day. He turned to me and said "Are you starting to weed her?"
You gotta love him...

Am I terrible?

I feel like a terrible mother. At 3 am Estee woke up for a feeding. I was nursing her but she was pretty much sleeping. Some nights it's impossible to get her to fall back asleep and she kvetches in her crib for hours. This time she only ate a little and was fast asleep. Halfway through nursing she went to the bathroom. (I'm not talking about pee) I realized after that this is probaby why she woke up. Her stomach hurt and she was only nursing to soothe herself. Well, since she was sleeping, I didn't want to wake her and I just put her to bed. I am disgusted with myself. How can I make that poor child sleep in her own poop? My babysitter is coming in 15 minutes. And yes, like Monday Estee is still sleeping. (I am so sad I hate leaving when she isn't awake yet, I need my play time!) Every time she makes a peep I run in to see if she is awake and I can change her so my terrible mommy moment can remain with me and not be shared with the babysitter. But, alas, she is still asleep, in her own poop.
I feel awful, should I wake her?

Monday, November 28, 2005

Sears Photos

We took Estee for her first portraits yesterday. I was all prepared for her to be cranky and to cry and for us to have to leave but she was on her best behavior! Overall the sitting went fast and she was very good. The only minor problems: 1. We got her all dolled up in an outfit with matching shoes and hat. The hat and shoes kept falling off. 2. She was not to pleased to lay in a basket with flowers. 3. She kept trying to eat the flowers in the basket. I must say though we were very lucky to have only those problems! Enjoy the pics! I most certainly do! These are just the ones we ordered. There are a bunch more on their website. If you are interested in seeing them, let me know!

And I quote

Thank you for this lovely article, how true it really is!(

20 Things that change when you have a baby, By Rebecca Woolfe

1. You look at your baby in the mirror instead of yourself.
2. You finally stop to smell the roses, because your baby is in your arms.
3. Where you once believed you were fearless, you now find yourself afraid.
4. You're less self-involved and more self-motivated.
5. The sacrifices you thought you made to have a child no longer seem like sacrifices.
6. You respect your body ... finally. (Hooray for baby-making!)
7. You have stronger opinions and are stronger willed.
8. You respect your parents and love them in a new way. (Hooray for grandparents!)
9. You find that your baby's pain feels much worse than your own.
10. You believe once again in the things you believed in as a child. (Hooray for the tooth fairy!)11. You lose touch with the people in your life that you should have banished years ago.
12. Your heart breaks much more easily.
13. You think of your baby 234,836,178,976 times a day. In fact, you're so busy with this that you forget everything else.
14. Every day is a surprise.
15. Bodily functions are no longer repulsive. In fact, they please you. (Hooray for poop!)
16. You think before you speak.
17. You become a morning person. (Hooray for watching the sun rise!)
18. If you have a son, you no longer curse men. (Hooray for all men!)
19. If you have a daughter, you hope she won't endure your same heartaches.
20. Your love becomes limitless, a superhuman power.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Some things

I haven't posted in a while and I therefore have a few things to say. Every Tuesday night I tutor and my mother picks up Estee. This week she did not have a car and I had to drop her off. This was the day where it was pouring. It had finally stopped but was very windy. I was trying to decide if it made more sense to take her in the stroller and then walk back to my car or carry her out to the car and drive her over. After work I found a spot down the block. This answered my question. I was going to drive. As I was walking with her to the car, she began to gasp and make these terrible wide eyed faces. I knew exactly what was wrong because this has happened before. When it is extremely windy, she has difficulty catching her breath. Once she was able to catch her breath, she would cry. I didn't know quite how to get her shielded from the wind. I tried putting her blanket over her but the wind just blew it off. Finally I decided that we were walking against the wind and proceeded to walk with her backwards to my car. All the college students looking for parking must've thought I was nuts but I don't care. They didn't seem to mind taking my spot did they?
On shabbos, two things occurred, one slightly funny and one annoying. First, the annoying. Well actually there are two stories in one. We were at my father's house for shabbos and I brought Estee to shul. Immediately upon my arrival, my father took her to hold while he was davening. Because it drives me crazy when parents allow their children to be loud and to cry inside shul, every time she made a peep, I would motion to my father asking if he wanted me to take her. At one point she became a bit fussy and I walked over to him to take her but she calmed down and he said he was fine. A woman in shul said "you should really calm down. She is fine. You should take advantage that your father has her." Hmmm. Thanks for the advice. What she didn't realize is, I was calm. I have the utmost confidence in my fathers child rearing abilities. But, I was concerned that a. he wouldn't be able to focus on his musaf, and b. she would prevent others from focusing on theirs, in which case I was prepared to whisk her out of shul. My eagerness to run over to my father had nothing to do with my nervousness over her crying rather my awareness in the fact that others may not find her to be so cute when they are trying to concentrate on their davening. Whatever...Later on, during kiddush people of course were fussing over her. I left her with my father husband sister and stepmom to get a drink. When I returned my husband alerted me to the fact that one of the Rabbis in her shul had his finger in her mouth. Uch. I immediately motioned to my father to get it the heck out. Of course once again I was told how crazy and neurotic I am. But, I am sorry you don't stick your finger inside a kid's mouth that isn't your own, especially without asking first. I don't care who you are or where you got your smicha from. All the parties involved explained that they didn't want to say anything because he is a Rabbi. I explained that next time they can just blame it on me. say, "oh her mother's very neurotic, she doesn't let anyone do that, if she comes back and sees, she will be upset, but you can touch her leg or tickle her belly, she'll be just as happy." Is there anything wrong with saying that? I'd just like to add that the same woman who made the comment to me in shul came up to us later and was tickiling Estee's leg. She said "don't worry I'm not going to touch her hands. People shouldn't do that. They walk around shaking everyone's hands and then touch her hands and then she sticks her hands in her mouth and gets sick." Hmm, maybe the two of them should talk?
The second thing to happen on shabbos was that because of all the traveling and going I was unable to nurse her at my usual time fri evening and at my usual time Shabbos morning ( I now nurse twice a day. ) Because of this it was really important to me that I get my Shabbos evening feeding so that my supply would not diminish. Although she was somewhat agitated due to hunger, I had to keep trying because I really needed to nurse her. I brought her into a private room and began. She would suck for a second and then pull her head away and cry. I couldn't figure out how to calm her down. I was almost going to give up when an idea occured to me. Lately she cries when someone is holding her and sitting but when they stand up, she immediately stops. I put this theory to work and stood up with her, she calmed down a little. I proceeded to nurse her standing up and swaying back and forth. Wow, talent. I wish I could contact that lactation consultant we hired for 150 dollars shortly after I gave birth and say "hey look at me now!"

New toys

Well, I think she is finally ready for her excersaucer. Friday I decided to put her in it because she is quite good at holding herself up. She had an absolute blast! I didn't want to leave her in for long intervals because she is a little floppy in it and I don't want her putting all her weight onto her hips but boy did she love it!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Not getting better

When I went back to work after giving birth and I was upset people assured me, "don't worry, it will get better..."
Well, they neglected to tell me that as each day passes my love for this little girl increases by like double making each day even harder to leave her. Each day she gets cuter and cuter and is growing more and doing cute things I just miss her a whole day long. So whoever said it would get better must have been mistaken. It's not. Whenever I get a moment of down time (which is not often with 24 5 year old boys) I crave eating her up. I rush home after school and try to get a fast spot so I can run up and squeeze her and play. It is so disappointing when she is sleeping. Yesterday I came home to a nice picture. Jenny (our babysitter) was sitting on the living room floor with Estee on her lap and a huge elmo book in front of both of them. Estee was touching and looking at the pages while Jenny was reading. She didn't stop reading when I came in but finished the book and when it was time for her to go she gave her lots of kisses (how could she not?) So, that made me feel a little bit better. But, it's definitely not easier.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Doctor Mom and other funny stuff

I feel like anyone who has a profession involving children tend to over analyze their kid in that regard. For example an OT told me not to stick my tongue out at Estee but instead to cluck it. It is better for her to learn that movement. Although I am currently a teacher, my masters is in Special Ed and my BA is in speech therapy. Put those two together and you have overananyzing city! It's kinda like in psych 101 you think you have every disorder discussed. Well, being that I know a bit about speech and that my daughter has begun making lots of sounds, I figured it is time to teach her. I have been showing her all the first learned bilabial sounds and doing them really slowly so she will see what my lips are doing. I think I'm sick. she's 4 months old for goodness sakes. It can't hurt....
On another note, Aaron is quite the practical joker. He likes to "get me." He thinks I am gullible and it gives him thrills to make me believe something that isn't true then laugh hysterically saying "gotchya!" There's a bottle making ritual in our home. We keep an urn of boiled water on at all times. We fill a huge mug up with water then let it cool down and make bottles. It can be a long process. Knowing that I had to make bottles last night, I filled up the mug before feeding her so the water would be cool by the time I was finished and I wouldn't have to stay up late waiting. Aaron came home from pathmark and I asked if he could possibly make bottles if he finishes unpacking groceries before I am finished feeding her. 10 minutes later, he said "I dumped out the water in the mug and filled it with hot water so you can make bottles." I was so frustrated! Not only did I not get much sleep the night before, but now I had to stay up later waiting for water to cool! A combination of my fatigue and my annoyance brought some tears. "Why did you do that...." I was cut off by him laughing and screaming "Gotchya." Oysh.
Well, tonight it was payback time. To make it easier to give her a bath, we put her bath on top of the bed in her bedroom. A few times I filled up the bath without checking to see if the plug was in and water got everywhere. This did not make Aaron happy. He thinks I am careless for not checking. 5 seconds after going into the room with a bucket of water I said "oh shoot, oh no." He said "what?" I said "nothing..." (like I usually do when I do something I don't want him to know about." He said "oh gosh, what did you do?" and ran into the room to find me laughing and saying "gotchya!"
To top it all off Aaron keeps expressing his annoyance with my kootchki and kootchkaloo and butchkalutchka nicknames for Estee. He expresses even more annoyance in the fact that I sing these nicknames to various tunes over and over for her pleasure and my own. While I was getting her undressed for her bath I took it upon myself to give him a concert. I sang one of my various kootchkaloo songs into her monitor so it would be amplified throughout the apartment. He didn't like that very much, but he did laugh. I guess you can say we are a little immature. But we'll make fun parents no?
On a sad note, little Estee got more shots this evening. It was a terrible experience as usual. This time, I cried. Her scream was so dreadful. To make matters worse, she has a bad diaper rash again. I couldn't even bathe her. Between the pain in her legs and the pain in her tush it was just unbearable for her. She did enjoy her cereal tonight which made me feel a bit better.

**just want to apologize for putting so many thoughts in one post, I had a lot to say...feel free to comment!**

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Favorite food?

Estee's favorite food just might end up being duck...but who knows, just a guess!

Rolly polly

On shabbos we went to someone's house and Estee was playing on their play mat. She rolled over to her stomach and then on to her back and she did that a few more times and moved a few feet over. I guess this is the first step in her crawling. Oh goodness, it's exciting but, I'm not ready. We have to do some major baby proofing. I don't even know where to begin! On a side note, on Friday, she was laying on her playmat and lifted herself up to a 45 degree angle off of the mat. When I got excited she plopped right back down. oysh. My little girl, growing up so fast!!

The above pictures I think are quite humorous. Estee always pulls Aarons glasses off. She was pulling on his tie, trying to bite his nose and was holding his glasses and trying to eat them all at the same time. Silly little girl...

Update: We now have heat. YAY!

Friday, November 18, 2005


Although her room is nice and toasty, the rest of the apartment is an icebox. Cold escapes from the head I hear so therefore, we have these lovely pics:

Thursday, November 17, 2005

city of NY

We officially have no heat. For the past couple of weeks I've had maintenance come and bleed our heaters. Yesterday the following letter came in our mailbox:
Dear Residents:
Please be advised that the heat exchanger in y0ur boiler had blown a coil and is leaking very badly. we have ordered a new heat exchanger but it will take approximately two weeks to manufacturer(yes this is how it was spelled.) it and receive it. Without the heat exchanger we cannot produce proper heat. we are trying to schedule a temporary repair upon receipt of some parts. This should be repaired by Monday November 21. We would like to thank each and every resident for your patience and understanding in this matter....Etc Etc.

Last night we put her in very warm pajamas and it wasn't so cold out so it wasn't so bad. But, today I was quite angry because it was quite cold, and only getting colder. Her hands were like ice cubes. Putting socks on is effective during the day but not at night when she wants to suck her fingers to sleep. I called the maintenance office and they assured us it would be fixed Saturday. Well thanks but it's Thursday so what will we do until then? I also told her I have a little baby and she's really cold. Isn't there something they can do? She assured me that they are doing the best they can. They ordered the part but they won't receive it until Saturday. I asked her if she let the company know that they must have the part because it is illegal for them to withold heat for more than 24 hours. She then quite rudely informed me that it is only illegal to withold heat intentionally. It is not illegal to withold it but to do everything in your power to get it to work. Being that I have quite a strict coop board and it was so hard to get in, I don't want to be on their bad side come moving out day. I apologized for being angry and blamed it on my neurosis regarding my baby. She then said maybe you can stay with a relative. I felt like telling her that I don't pay so much money in maintenance and mortgage to have to go and stay with a relative but I didn't say that. The 311 operator assured me that it is in fact illegal and they will investigate. My call will also remain annonymous. (Thank G-d)
As my computer's weather bug flashes 39 degrees I have opted to plug in the space heater from my mother.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I called the pediatritian today because it has been about three weeks since Estee has stopped sleeping through the night. It is not like she is waking up for comfort. She is waking up at 3 or 4 am because she is starving. I told the doctor that she has a full feeding before bed as well. She said that eventhough they usually wait until 5 months to start solids, since she is not overweight and not particularly big we can give her rice cereal before bed. She said we must use a spoon because if she can't handle the spoon, she isn't ready for solids. When I got off the phone with her I had a little tear in my eye. Another milestone. My little girl is moving to solids! I went out and got her a little bowl and spoon, I was so excited! I told Aaron he must meet his chavrusa later so he can take pictures of this event. Well she wasn't too happy initially. The spoon didn't bother her persay, it was more the fact that it didn't work like a nipple that perturbed her. Once she realized that the food was in her mouth she was okay. The only problem was unlike with a bottle, the spoon has to go out of the mouth to get more food. Unfamiliar with this new way of eating, she got upset thinking she wasn't getting anymore. The method that worked was letting her suck on her pacifier while I refilled the spoon. (I hope that's not bad.) Towards the end she was starting to get the hang of it and she ate the whole portion. The pictures aren't too great but maybe once she is more used to it we can get more. She looked so cute with cereal all over her face and hair, Right after her bath I might add!

Something to add to the collection

We now have something new to add to our great collection of toys. We already have trees and plants, ceiling fans and warning labels. Today I discovered a new exciting toy. Tin foil! I was ripping off a piece to cover my food and I just showed it to her and she was laughing so hard. I have never seen her laugh so much. By golly, who would have thought a piece of tin foil could be so funny? So, here are the pictures....

Monday, November 14, 2005

My little girl is growing up

This morning, Estee was sitting in her bouncy seat and I heard her grunting. I looked up to see what she was doing and noticed that she was reaching for the pole in front of her and trying to pull herself up with it into a sitting position. I obviously grabbed the camera as fast as possible and these were my results:

Friday, November 11, 2005


It wasn't as great as I thought it would be. Yes, she loved to be in her crib, there are so many things for her to look at and so much room for her to roam, but it wasn't fun for me. After finally falling asleep (on her own I might add) she woke up at 12 starving. I fed her and went back to sleep and then she woke up again at 5 and has pretty much been up since. There were a few problems with her being in her own room. #1 she kept flipping onto her stomach but couldn't get back on her back and would cry. I would run in and flip her back over, I know this is bad but I am still so afraid of SIDS. #2 I said to Aaron what if someone breaks into the window in her room we would never know. He said we would hear it on the monitor don't worry. So, every time I heard movement on the monitor I ran in to make sure there were no prowlers. #3 Although her room isn't so far from mine it was a much further trek than right at the edge of my bed. Between 6-7:30 am she fell asleep for 15 minute intervals and I would have to get up and put her pacifier back in her mouth. She didn't seem to want to sleep much. Maybe she missed me.
#4 Oh boy did I miss having her. What's funny is, Aaron is a big shot. For quite some time he's been asking when I am moving her into her room. At 4 different times last night he came up with different excuses as to why I should wait. "Are you sure you want to move her? Aren't we supposed to wait until 6 months?" "I think you should put her in the bassinet because then you will get more sleep because you won't be worried." How selfless.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

It's about time

I'm finally putting Es in her crib tonight. It's enough excuses. Besides, I don't want her sleeping with my germs.

Scaring Mommy part 2

The hair pulling stunt is no longer, the choking on spit is still here but isn't as scary. Estee has now added some new things to her scaring Mommy repertoire. She is now capable of finding her fingers 99 percent of the time. But often she jams her fingers or fist so far into her mouth that she gags herself. A couple of times she even vomited.
This morning I had her in her bouncy seat while I was getting ready for work, as I usually do. I went to the bathroom and when I came back her body was sideways on the seat and her head was hanging off of the side. (thank g-d for the strap). She was crying because she couldn't get back up. She did this twice more that morning and once more with the babysitter.
More proof that Estee cannot be left alone in situations like this: The other day when she was laying on the towels, she pulled the towel over her face and couldn't breath.
Oh the joys of scaring already neurotic mothers!

Yay my rash is almost gone!

Now I can be comfortable again!

Things that don't make sense

I called balmex this morning and explained the diaper rash situation. I told them that I am curious what else is inside balmex besides zinc oxide because perhaps she is allergic to one of the bases. The following is a list of inactive ingredients:
aloe vera gel, Balsan (fragrance), (Specially Purified Balsam Peru), Beeswax, Benzoic Acid, Dimethicone, Methylparaben, Mineral Oil, Propylparaben, Purified Water, Sodium Borate, Tocopheryl (Vitamin E Acetate). I asked the woman on the phone "why would you put fragrance into a product that is supposed to cure a rash?" She didn't have an answer for me although I think this is a pretty good question. Perhaps it is the Balsan that caused the diaper rash. I did a search online for allergies to balsan and to balmex but nothing came up. Maybe it is one of the other ingredients on the list, I don't know what any of them are. At the end of my conversation with the Balmex representative, I thanked her for her help and then she said "maam, would you like to give me your address so we can send you promotions and coupons from time to time?"
hmm. No thanks.
Now, why would I want coupons for a product that caused my daughter such distress. What a silly woman.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

worse that I thought

Poor Estee spent two hours last night crying. It was the worst experience of my life. Every time she peed she screamed. She was screaming bloody murder around 8 and I figured her diaper must be dirty. It was. Once again I put her in a sink filled with water but she screamed as if it was burning her. It took so long to calm her down. I held her in my arms naked but in a towel and did my best to calm her down. She cried so hard that tears came down. This is the first time that I actually saw tears pouring out of her eyes. This of course, triggered my own tears. I called my mother frantically asking her what to do. I tried everything and I felt so bad for my poor child. Finally in between staring at the ceiling fan and hearing my shushes in her ear, and sucking on the pacifier, she calmed down. I was able to give her a bottle and she seemed to be fine. Aaron came home (he was out voting.) and took her so I can finish eating my dinner. (9:30) She seemed to be fine and all of a sudden she was screaming again. She pished all over Aaron which would have been funny if it wasn't for the circumstances. He was able to calm her down with her new duck toy (which I have a great video of but clipshack doesn't support the format of a file it is in and I don't know how to change the format. Once someone tells me how to do it, you will see the video.) I got her bath ready and added aveeno oatmeal bath to it as per the doctor. I put her in and she screamed. I couldn't give her a bath. I got her calm and fed her, gave her tylenol and put her to bed. She slept really well. Aaron and I realized that the rash started around the time we started to use balmex instead of desitin. We changed back to desitin last night and it seems to have cleared up a lot. Aaron insists that I should call Balmex to complain but I say what would be the point? Why would I want free stuff from them?
On a side note I have a terrible cold. I made my father get me antibiotic because my throat was killing me yesterday and I don't want her to get that from me. I'm not ready for her to get sick. I can't even handle diaper rash.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

diaper rash

yup, she's got it, and she's got it bad! She has had it before and because she has such delicate skin I always put desitin on. This time it is so bad that nothing is working. I was told not to use wipes but to clean her in the sink which I did and to lay her down with no diaper to air dry. Oh boy did she love that! I put down garbage bags and towels and she was free (literally) to roam and she was so happy. I took some pictures and a video for your pleasure. The video's not to great though...enjoy!

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Before and After

I finally found a good sequence of pregnancy pictures: before: look how skinny my face is! I guess I'll use this as my weight watchers incentive!
barely showing
7 months pregnant


There should be a general rule in life that once you have gone really bad pain, any lesser pain sh0uldn't hurt. It would make sense if this was true but unfortunately, it's not. You'd think after childbirth, eyebrow waxing would be a breeze. But, it's not. Some may say, "that's because you don't remember the pain from labor." They're dead wrong. I remember it as clearly as my last name. (which is Gropper, by the way.) For some reason though I dread getting my eyebrow waxed because to me, the pain is so excrutiating. I push it off until the last possible moment which of course makes it hurt even more. I think the last possible moment came this time when after speaking about her son's behavior after school, one of the parents said to me, "by the way, I do eyebrows.." subtle. Oh and by the way I am in charge of weight watchers. Anyhow, back to waxing. It's amazing how this tiny insignificant pain (in comparison) causes me so much grief. I dread getting it done and I wince even before she peels the strip off. I just can't understand it. I remember the first time I went after giving birth. Estee was about 5 days old. My mother in law watched the baby and my mother took me around the corner. I explained to the women that I cannot lay down because I just gave birth and my back hurts but she didn't understand. I ended up being really uncomfortable and really dizzy from laying down flat. But I was also filled with such excitement at the prospect of getting a painless wax. You see, in my head, I had just given birth 5 days ago and it was excruciating. How can this possibly hurt in comparison? Boy was I wrong. The other day I stubbed my toe on the edge of the bed. I let out such a bloodcurdling scream you'd think someone was attacking me. I didn't scream like that in labor, go figure. Life's little games...
Something else I notice is that every time I have to wake up earlier than usual those are the days Estee chooses to sleep late. I have to be at hebrew school at 9 am today I used to wake up at 8 now I wake up at 7 just in case she needs to be fed, changed, etc. it's 8:35 and she's still sleeping. Once again, go figure...

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

You're so vain

Last night Aaron and I had to pay a shiva call so we left Estee with my mother. My mother later called me to tell me that shortly after we left Estee began to cry bloody murder. My mother tried everything. Bottle, pacifier, diaper. She stripped her naked to make sure nothing was hurting her. Nothing would calm her down. My mother herself was in tears. Finally my mother walked her over to the mirror. She gulped a few times and breathed a few sighs to calm herself down and then she was laughing. I guess the only thing that can cheer her up is herself. I'd say she was so vain but she doesn't even know it's herself she's looking at.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

The really cool plumbing tool

It was a scene out of a movie. Estee was stirring from her nap but I figured I can get in a quick bathroom break before she fully wakes up. It was perfect. 1,2,3. I went to flush the toilet and wham it was Niagra falls in my bathroom. The toilet just kept overflowing and overflowing. I wasn't quite sure how to stop it. At that moment Estee began to whimper. The whimpering usually leads to full fledged crying so I knew I didn't have much time. I needed to think fast. What would my husband do? Open the tank of course!! Inside the tank I found a mini version of the waterfall in my bathroom. I realized that the big black ball lo0king thing had all the power. I pulled it, the water stopped. I let go, the water started again. I finally figured out a way to move the top of the tank over the blank thing so it would stay in the pulled position. While this was happening though my bathroom filled with inches of water. I called Aaron to tell him I hate our apartment. I called maintenance, then began to mop up the water. At that moment Estee began to cry. Did I mention that my babysitter was due to be over in 10 minutes? Thank goodness I was able to hold her off with a pacifier while I cleaned up the water. The maintenance man came, thank G-d it wasn't the one I tattled on yesterday. He had this really cool looking tool with him. It was a very long metal pole like thing. It was this high tech plunger. I realized later that I probably should have taken a picture of him with it for my blog. Who cares if he thought I was crazy, but I was just in such a rush. My toilet is fixed but I need a new flapper he says. Don't ask me what a flapper is, I don't know, just know I need one. The babysitter came and I could tell it was going to be one of those mornings. It took me 10 minutes to find my keys. And of course this was the one day that I had to stop at supersol because Aaron forgot to buy me food coloring for the play dough I was making with my boys today. I finally got out of the house and realized I forgot my cell phone. My babysitter said "What is with you today?" I guess when it rains, it pours. Pun intended