FIVE

Papa nap. #wakeup

2015 week five.

Having a toddler who speaks in clipped (under 120 character) sentences is very similar to having someone live tweet your life. #kidssaythedarndestthings

These are direct quotes from Vera; even the hashtags.

Noonoos. (noodles) #sonummy

Ice cream! #familytreat

More more icecream, Mama. #please

Bike outside. #sobig

Tractor. #soloud

Cat outside. #heyfriends  (there were no friends outside, or maybe just invisible ones)

Coloring. #moremorecolors

LUUUUUUUM! (lunch) #bigmess

A funny! (drone) #sofunny

More more funny Papa! #dancedancefunny

More words courtesy of Vera:

Flamingo = Flying Mangoes or Mingo

Blueberries =balloon bears

Cranberries =cran bears

Toilet Paper = Paper Toilet or sometimes Lights (?)


I have a story about a refund. Recently Boden was having a big sale, and several dresses that I have always loved but was not about to spend $130 on, were much cheaper. I have a difficult time spending more money on any dress than I spent on my wedding dress. Though I did get an amazing deal on that on Ebay. ($75)  But I could stomach these prices a little better. Well their sizes are very weird and when they arrived they were too small. Boo. I had waited over  a week for them. So I went online to make sure they still had more in my correct size, and guess what?! They were even cheaper now! So I ordered more in a bigger size and repackaged the small ones to return. I felt fussy and antsy about getting them sent back for a refund since it was supposed to take 2 weeks. So, because Matthew had the car, we jumped on the bike and booked it to the post office to get there before they closed. When we arrived there were no bike racks, I wasn't about to wage war on the two stage doors with my bike and chariot in tow to park it inside, so in my fluster I stopped a man and asked him if he would drop off the prepaid package for me. He looked startled and uncomfortable but Vera was whining so he took it from me. Five minutes later I stopped. There was a tidy sum of money locked up  in that box. That box, that I handed to a complete stranger. That box that I wanted that complete stranger to mail for me. That was probably illegal. What if he doesn't return it? What if the post office wont send it because a STRANGER gave this man a box and asked him to mail it!?! But it was too late. I felt 100% confident in that moment that he would send it for me. Of course he would, I look nice and normal. In hindsight, he didn't really look nice or normal. What is wrong with me?! So I had to swallow the rising panic-dread and go home and hope he was actually nice and normal, and that the package got sent off properly.

Good news. I got my refund this morning. 10 points for humanity.