Lotion, anyone?

This afternoon the girls were so involved with their play in the playroom that I thought I could take five minutes to get online in the office and pay some bills. Five minutes later, I realized it was eerily quiet. Then the phone rang and as I ran around looking for the phone I saw no sign of the girls in the living areas - - a sure sign they were Up To Something. I answered the phone (it was Aunt V.) and was headed towards my bathroom (the place they always go to get Up To Something) when Turtle came running out, guilty look on her face and hands covered with a thick layer of lotion. I quickly got off the phone, pulled the lotion off her hands and rubbed it into my own, and sent her on her way. Then I went into my bathroom and saw Monkey standing there, her hands even MORE thickly covered with lotion, saying, "Mommy, I want to wash my hands." I glanced at the counter to see which lotion they got into - the body lotion? The hand cream?

No. It was my tiny $36 jar of Origins Night-A-Mins. "No, no, no," I groaned as I realized that Monkey had a good $12 worth of expensive night cream on her hands, and that I had just rubbed a few more dollars worth into my own. "I want to wash my hands, Mommy," she said again. "I don't think so," I thought to myself. I pulled it off her hands and desperately slathered it all over my neck and décolletage, trying to soak in every bit and cursing myself for having the nerve to get on the computer in the first place.

Catching up

I thought I'd better post something before you decided that I've given up by blog altogether. Every day something funny, amazing, and mortifying happens and every day I think "wow I should put that in my blog," and now I'm so behind that I've gotten overwhelmed at the thought of catching up.

So, rather than even try to catch up, I'll just tell you this one funny little story from September that has stuck in my mind.

I took Turtle and Monkey to the Carter's (children's) store for fall clothes. Normally I wouldn't take them with me, but when I brought home summer clothes for Turtle earlier this year, she pretty much refused to wear anything I bought. So, I figured I should seek her input this time.

I picked out a dress from the rack and called her over, "Turtle, come here!"

She ran over. "Yes, mommy?"

"Is this something you think you'd like to wear?" I asked, holding up the dress.

Turtle looked at the dress, transformed into a 13-year-old before my eyes, looked at me like I was a moron, and said, "Not EVER!"

I put it back on the rack and moved in the other direction so she wouldn't see me burst out laughing.