I'm wanting to show you what I made for my miniswap partner - we had fun putting the package together. But that will have to wait a few more days until it's delivered!
Getting the package posted - not so fun. I had several little packages that needed to go out, so we stopped by the P.O on the way to Thomas' bus stop. With like 35 minutes to spare. Plenty of time.
Or not. There was (of course) only one worker at the counter, and he was helping a woman who ended up with a receipt that was at least 5 feet long. No lie. There were about 8 people in front of me, so when Monkey started trying to run away (and Princess, trying to help, was trying to tackle him) I just ditched and we left for the bus stop. Sadly, we wouldn't have made it through the line in time!
Which means.... another trip after the bus stop - only with three kids at the P.O. instead of two. Now THAT's fun stuff, people. Three kids, four packages, sympathetic smiles from the others in line...
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Possibly the sympathetic smiles were in part due to Princess' fabulous outfit yesterday. She even fixed her hair herself (which usually turns out a tad neater) and wore a handmade pipe cleaner crown. That's a sweet outfit. I actually loved it and when I went to snap a photo of her she said, "Yeah, this is a pretty interesting combination, isn't it?"
Yup. And the light blue hoodie she put on top of it all made everything even better, let me tell you!
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On the potty-training Monkey front: success! This kid, I swear he hasn't had an accident since the 2nd day of trying. He's amazing, yells "Potty Power!", punches the air, and runs up the stairs all by himself. Like, every 10 minutes - I'm getting a bit tired of emptying his potty chair so often, but I haven't had to ask him to go potty at all. He even went at church (yelling "Potty Power!" down the hall and everything). What a great kid!
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Also yesterday, I had my follow-up about my knee. Apparently I've torn some cartilage and will need surgery. The good news is that that should clear up the pain, which would be awesome. The bad news is... surgery! Yikes!
And I still have no cool story to tell about what happened. Nothing happened, I swear! So, I would like to start making up stories to tell people. Like...
I was snowboarding, and on the half-pipe, when I wiped out.
Or, I was running after a burglar when I slipped on the ice.
Any other suggestions?