Our Day, by the Numbers

Number of hours Logan watched Yo Gabba Gabba while sitting on the couch wrapped in his puppy blanket today: 7

Number of half-hour episodes we actually have DVR'd: 6 (yeah, do the math)

Pieces of waffle he ate before listlessly pushing away his plate: 2 (maximum: 4)

Minutes I entertained him in the doctor's office after deciding to heed my hunch that we're dealing with more than a regular cold: 45

Number of ear tubes that, sure enough, have fallen out and are no longer doing their job in Logan's ears: 2 (maximum)

Number of ear infections Logan has: 1 (a mild one, though, we caught it early)

Number of subsequent infections within a three month period we're willing to accommodate before considering a third set of tubes: 3

Time exhausted Mommy will be going to bed tonight: 9

From the "Garden"

First tomato of the season.

Class Act

Whenever I see the name of the boys' day care on my caller ID at work, my heart skips a little bit as I pick up. Generally speaking, they don't call just to say "Hi" or tell me my children are cute. At best, it's a benign request for a piece of paperwork. At worst...let's not go there.

Today Logan's teacher called at about 3 PM to tell me Logan had gotten a little wet during naptime (something about a pullup gone awry). Typically this doesn't warrant a phone call, as she would just put his shorts in a plastic bag for us and change him into fresh clothes. But today, she discovered that there were no extras in his bin. I seem to remember a month ago bringing home his extra sweats (too hot) and meaning to replace them with spare shorts for the summertime.

Logan's teacher looked around for some spare shorts or pants but she didn't have any that fit. So she wanted to let me know that Logan was spending the afternoon sans pants. She didn't want me to be appalled when I picked him up, which I appreciate. She assured me that he didn't seem traumatized (or all that interested) and that his shirt was actually covering his pullup, anyway.

I still felt a bit worried, so I e-mailed Larry, who replied "If he's like his Daddy, he'll find the lack of pants refreshing." I didn't pursue this.

Thus, for those parents at our day care wondering who the trashy mom is whose child did not even have pants today: C'est moi.

Tractor Pull

Today Fry's Farm (kind of a traveling petting zoo) came to day care. I was very excited to hear about the animals when I picked Logan up. What was the best animal? The pony? The cow? Chickens, goat, pig, bunnies?

The tractor.

I'm Just Not That Into It

Has anyone noticed that Outliers has been on our reading list (see right) while dozens of other books have come and gone? Why can't I get into this book? I loved Freakonomics (thanks, JT!) and I expected to have a similar reaction to Outliers. (No, I haven't read Blink.)

Outliers is sitting on my bedside table and, literally, gathering dust. Also, cat hair, drool and some drippings from the medicine that goes into Ollie's nebulizer. I read the first two chapters, put it down (in January) and can't seem to pick it up. Now I think I've built up some kind of psychological resistance. This also happend with The Red Tent. I wanted to like these books but I can't...seem...to like...them.

Does this happen to anyone else? Start a book, want to like it, put it down, let the spiders make a home in it? Do I force myself through it or continue to use it as a coaster?

Recipe for Evening Fun

1 emptied basket of laundry
2 sweet boys
1 silly mommy

Stir and giggle!

Daddy's Day

Logan gets ready to go swimming "in the blue water." Our Father's Day weekend also included a tip to Old Navy and an awesome cookout with the HPs. Next year, though, maybe we send Daddy to a spa as he is quite exhausted.