New Trick...

So, my mom taught Punk to stand up in the crib on Sunday morning. I really didn't think it would stick, until I went in to get him up from a nap Sunday afternoon and this is what I saw...
Grandma is grounded...
I want my itty bitty baby back, I don't even know who this little man is! Oh, and today, he was pulling up on the furniture...grrrr

It's the truck pictures, set to music!

First Lemon

Robby's first bullet bar...the aftermath.

Testing for Bobby

BEWARE...

Okay so I read this today. I am glad to know that I'm not the only one for whom grammar is a huge issue. I'm also not surprised that other stressors bring the irritation out more, that has certainly been the case in my world.

I thought this was interesting:

“Our brains are wired to notice what’s different and when you’re sure of the right way and the wrong way, you notice mistakes more,” says Wallin, who admits to dropping out of an exercise class because the instructor kept misusing the word “lay.”

But we don’t just notice mistakes, the psychologist notes. We also pass judgment and assign blame for them.

I quit a volunteer job that was very important to me, in part, because of the bad grammar of one of the people I had to work with regularly. I thought that it was just part of the fact that "I hate stupid people" but apparently I'm not the only one!

Little Victories....

Okay, so I know that I am 30 and I have been doing my own laundry for a LONG time, but I still really suck at it, I have a hard time figuring out how to get stains out and if the stain is set in at all, forget it, I just replace the item of clothing...

So today I discovered a shirt that I got grease (cooking grease, the bain of my existance) on when I was in Phoenix in December, apparently I set it aside when I took it off to have my mom help me get the stain out and it never got washed. Well, I treated the very large, very set in grease stain with dishwashing soap and VERY hot water, then I washed the shirt in the washing machine as normal. I pulled the shirt out and air dried it (figuring if I didn't get all of the stain that setting it in further with the dryer would definitely make it impossible to get out) and guess what? I got the stain out! It is a little victory, but it feels like I took a giant step closer to being a better homemaker and mommy and as, right now, that is my life's work, well, let's just say it made my day!