Hey, you know what's an unsung benefit of being pregnant? You can clean your belly button really, really well. I mean once it starts getting all pushed out and sort of flat, of course.
I tried to feed Mia McDonald's french fries for lunch today and she rejected them in favor of a protein bar and grapes. What's wrong with this kid?
One of the things I hated about our old house was that they picked up the trash really late in the day, and since our horrible neighbors were all too lazy and vulgar to bag their trash or put it in trash cans, by the time they came to collect it was spread all over the neighborhood and nobody ever picked it up. At the new house, people actually know how to use trash cans, which is nice, and they also usually come collect pretty early, which is also nice. In theory. In practice, when the garbage truck comes at 6:30 in the morning after you have been up until 3:00 trying to get your kid to go the hell back to sleep already that early pick-up seems like enough reason to put the house straight back on the market.
Also, the new house has these lovely granite counter tops, which make me feel very fancy since I am used to stained formica. They are sort of brown and speckled and don't show dirt at all, which is fabulous because I don't have to wipe them every five seconds. Except that they don't show dirt at all so I have no idea if they are dirty or not and I have to wipe them every five seconds.
Note to everyone who has been sucking up to Sarah in hopes of scoring Claudia's giraffe dress: you can start sucking up to me now, because that bad boy it totally hanging in Mia's closet right this minute. It's only in the closet because for the first time in a week she agreed to take it off long enough for me to wash and dry it.