The one where she talks about toilets

Our toilets suck. Seriously. I kid you not, I bet I have to plunge one of them no less than 5 days a week. We have invested in heavy duty plungers for EVERY bathroom in the house. And they see LOTS of use.

Last night when I went to put the girls to bed, I noticed a funky smell in their bathroom. Once again, someone had done the deed, clogged the pipes and forgotten to mention it to a grown up in the house (that'd be me, 'cause the DaddyMan gets crabby about it.)

So, I plunged and plunged and plunged and when the water threatened to overflow, I left the seat up, the plunger IN the water and walked away.

This morning, as we were getting ready for church, I was in the girls' bathroom again and noticed that now the water in the toilet had receded, but in it's place was a HUGE wad of soggy toilet paper ON the plunger. EWW! I about went ballistic. "Who used the toilet that is clogged!? And WHY??? AAAARGH!!"

A small sweet cherub sweetly said, "I needed to go to the baffroom!" I was still in shock. So I had to ask, "How did you go potty in a toilet with the seat up and a plunger in it??"

To which she replied, with a smile, "I've got SKILLS!"

(I still don't know how she did it.)

Lazy Winter Days

Nothing exciting is happening right now in my life and I'm okay with that. We're spending the days doing school and keeping the house somewhat clean (why isn't Piper naked?? I'm vacuuming up the equivalent of another dog every.single.day!).

We bought a 750 piece puzzle at Salvation Armani on Friday and I spent a good chunk of time finishing it yesterday. Oop, wait, I lied--it was really only a 745 piece puzzle. Oh well, for $.64 did I really expect ALL the pieces?

Ow

Today after sweating on the treadmill for 45 minutes, G greeted me with, "You don't look any thinner."

She is not my favorite.

Happy New Year.

Um yeah, it's like the 11th already, isn't it? And I haven't blogged the Christmas photos or A's birthday. And while it seems a little wrong to make the first post of the new year be one that has a bad word in it...well, three days later, I'm still laughing, so that's what I'm starting with.

I took the girls to Sonic over the weekend. Since we eat there about twice a year, I let them get kids meals. The kids meals came with card games. One of the games involves spelling out words (you know where this is going, don't you?).

So, G (age 7.5) sits at the table and plays her new game with the DaddyMan. He lays out the cards and she tells him when she finds a word. They play nicely for several minutes.

Then she starts to sound out, "Shhhhhhhiiiiit. Shiiit. Mom, is sh!t a word?"

I tried hard to keep a straight face. So does the DaddyMan. A turns her back on her little sister and silently shakes with laughter.

The DaddyMan pipes in with, "Not a nice word."
The best I could do was, "How about hits or hit or sit?"

But no, she knew it was a word and collected all four of her letter cards. I guess I should just be happy that she learned to read with phonics and can sound things out, right?