A few little snippets of Super Important Stuff:
All my kids' birthdays are in the spring/summer/fall, causing me to need to schedule all their well visits in the summer sometime. My doctor prefers (as do I), that I take them one at a time so each one can get individualized attention. I called the office the other day to schedule them all. I was very proud of myself that I rattled off all of their birthdays with no hesitation. Even the three June/July ones didn't trip me up! Go me! After about 20 minutes, the scheduling process was over and we hung up. I'm sure the office just loooooves when I call.
I only buy a certain number of juice cartons per week. The kids are allowed juice with breakfast and a cup with snack after school. The children would prefer to drink juice every time a drink was needed, or actually, just get an IV drip and be done with it. So I must constantly monitor everyone's juice intake - hey, it's a super fun, and it's not like I have anything else to do! One of my children suggested I buy five juice containers per week and label them for each child, and when you run out, the gig's up. It's actually not a bad idea, except we wouldn't have space for any actual food in our fridge if I did that. And since our garage fridge bit the dust and we are flying solo, I guess we're gonna have to keep on sharing. Life's tough in the big city.
Overheard last weekend on the way to church: "My favorite part about church is. . .Sunday school and donuts!" Of course!
My older three children rotate turns in the front seat of the suburban, and therefore control over the radio (of course I had to explain that the driver always has ultimate veto powers, which I often exercise). So each week we get a vastly different music genre. 80s, The Blend, Billy Joel Channel, The Message, Kidz Bop, . . .it kinda makes my head spin.
I have noticed that I am spending more and more time in front of my four year's closet trying to steer her toward more conservative clothing options. (After pondering this, I remembered that she has always had fashion opinions, as blogged about here.) In fact, I am spending more time in front of her closet than I am spending in front of my own. You can deduce what you will from that.
One of my children marched up to the computer today and said "Can I google the world's biggest butt?"