When things just don’t go your way..

No griping here..  just a couple small things that make me scrunch up my head and wonder..

I sent out Scentsy invites..  I had ALL of them sent back to me.

Apparently, if one address is bigger than another on a postcard, the post office thinks that is the address it is to be mailed to?  I did fill them out the way I was taught, the way I have received  post cards in the past…  my address on the right-hand side, the sender’s address on the left..  stamp in the upper right..  hmmmm.

Kinda glad I mentioned it here..  so, COME!!  Bring a friend, have some treats..  see me! :)

I worked on our taxes.  Yeah, I do it every year.  We knew about how much to anticipate in a return, but were hoping to also qualify for the housing credit.

There is a credit for new home buyers of $8000, and one for homeowners who have owned their home for 5+ years, but who purchased a new home.  That credit was $6500.

See, we were kind of hoping.

We missed it by 2 (two!) days.

It’s not like it was our money to begin with, but it sure would have been nice to have it!

Maybe there could have been a new car, or a baby…

Maybe, we’ll never know!

One of these things is not like the other..

Oh..  the fond memories that Sesame Street has added to my life…
Take a look here, see what doesn’t fit in?

It is the shelf in my laundry room..
(Like you couldn’t tell…)
That Coppertone Kids Sunscreen, otherwise known as my newest best friend, is what doesn’t fit in typically, but has found a new home here.
Peyton, my terrific two year old, isn’t the only child who exasperates me.
I have two older girls that do that on a regular basis as well.
They LOVE to color on the dry erase board, but do not love to place the caps securely back on the markers and safely out of the reach of my mini-Monet.
I have hidden them, only to have them found.
I have placed them, in what I thought, were high, unreachable places, only to have Ashley and her go-go-gadget arms (supported by various chairs, stools, and bins) re-claim them.
And how do I discover that they have found or re-claimed them?
Peyton shows up with dry erase marker all over her, and her clothing.  Usually new clothing..
There are two of her shirts that have been categorized as either “stay at home shirts” or “this is a crafting with mom day shirt”.
I was not very happy to discover these shirts when they were first marred by the outlawed markers, and I tried what I knew in the way of removing stains, only to give up.
Then, this last weekend, we had two back-to-back incidents, both involving new shirts,  that sent me on a hunt.
Through Google, I learned that sunscreen can remove dry erase marker!
Really.
It’s like magic!
Place a towel in between the layers of clothing, put sunscreen on the offending spot, rub at the area with another towel.  Move the first towel, the one between the layers, when it is too saturated, and rotate with dry spots on your dabbing towel,  and continue to dab away.  Soon that spot will be gone!!
I used Oxyclean after that process was finished to cut the greasiness of the sunscreen out when I laundered it.
Good as new I tell you..
But after smelling that sunscreen, I am wishing summer were here..  having random flashbacks of days spent swimming and Lake Powell…
*Post Edit:  make sure to use Shout on the after as well.  After the first washing, I found a still greasy ring, Shout helped out!

Terrific Twos..

It is Saturday today, (newsflash, I know) and I was looking forward to sleeping in today.  Every other day in this house, I am the wake-up Nazi.  It is quite difficult most days convincing the young’uns that it is time to get up and get going so we won’t be late.  So you’d think they would relish their Saturday to sleep-in just as well as I do…
Not quite the way it goes.
Peyton and Ashley are up at the time I am normally trying to wake them up every other day.  Peyton is so chipper with her first thing in the morning request of “choc milk mom?”.  Girl after my own heart….
So that’s where the attempt to sleep-in ended and my day began.
I decided to forgo eating breakfast at the table (breakfast was a bowl of Lucky Charms this morning, I needed them!) and eat it while watching the news in bed (where’s the snow?!).  When I had finished my bowl of sugary goodness, slurped the remains of the sweet milk, I got ready to hop in the shower.
Peyton came to me in distress.
“Mess mom!”
I followed her back out to my bedroom only to find her small bowl of the same tasty breakfast spilled on my bed.
ON MY SHEETS THAT HAD JUST BEEN WASHED YESTERDAY.
But amazingly not a drop or morsel on the ground the distance from her seat at the table to the bed.
(By the way, it was on your side honey :)..)
(Sigh.)
Into the washer went the sheets, AGAIN, while I went to wash myself in the shower.
I got out of the shower only to find another surprise courtesy of my little two year old..


It is a priceless original that was mostly removed by Mr. Clean and his magic sponge.
The little puncture marks, however, were not removed.
She has also created other works of art, on objects which we also use to lounge..

Isn’t two terrific?
Thank heavens for microfiber!
Oh, and Mr.Clean. :)

February 19th..

February 18th..

February 16th..

Merrill took a day off..  just like us, how opposite we can be at times, but having so much fun together!

February 17th..