I had a flex day today and spent it cleaning and organizing the house. We finally finished the walls downstairs, so I hung paintings. The house looks pretty. I'll take some pictures and post some before-and-afters to contrast with when we first bought it. Of course, the kids will be home in an hour and it will go from being nice and clean to being a shit-show in no time.
Progress?
We've finally, finally moved on from Elmo. But now Josie is obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba.
This morning I went into her room when I heard her awake. "Hi, sweetie!" I said. "Gook and Gabba-Gabba!" she responded. (She doesn't have anything against the North Vietnamese -- "gook" is Josie-speak for milk.)
I kind of like the show. It's trippy and weird, but I like the very specific lessons it offers, like songs devoted to how you shouldn't put things you find on the floor in your mouth. But J is wary.
"Don't let her watch too much of that show," he warned.
"Why not?" I asked.
"She'll grow up to participate in drum circles and be a glass-blower. There's no money in that."
Be safe, East coast internet peoples.
Even though I am obviously not personally in harm's way, I'm a little freaked out by the projected path of Hurricane Irene. I have family and friends in Virginia Beach, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City and the Boston area -- all of which look to be about to take a beating -- plus the Outer Banks of North Carolina is about to take a direct hit. Sammy and Camille, please don't ride out the storm on the 47th floor in Tribeca. And call me and let me know you're OK.
Have a good weekend, all!
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