Seriously

I was making a list of ingredients I needed to get for this recipe I wanted to try. I had to google image "fresh dill" because all I could think of was dill pickles. My mind couldn't register that "dill" was it's own thing.

I finally decided to bite the bullet and take away Boston's "baba".  Like ripping a bandaid off; quick and painless, right? More like a slow death by stabbing someone with tweezers. I took away her "baba" and she basically has been flipping me off for over a week. This will get it's own post later, so I can reference it next time I think, "It's worth it."

 I feel like such a mean mom filming her hysteria :-( 
This was after I tried holding her, rocking her, you name it.  She was just pissed.

Instagram finally has an app for Android. Let's be friends! Seriously. Jodeehc is my name.

 
We were playing at the beach one afternoon as mentioned in my Spring Break post. Brighton found a beach ball and was playing with it.  We were there with 4 other families so for awhile, I assumed it was one of theirs. When I realized it wasn't, I got up to tell her she needed to put it back.  As I was walking toward her, she throws the ball out into the water.  Since we were at the bay, it quickly started floating out to sea. A dad of some kids next to us came down, and I asked if it was their ball.  It did belong to a kid in their group, so I offered to pay for the ball (it was long gone, and the water was freezing). He said, "No, no, it's okay, I'll get her a new one". I said, "Please, just let me give you five bucks?" He says, "No really, it's fine." I say, "I feel terrible, I really will pay for it." He says, "No, really, it's fine, there's nothing you can do." Then he says, "Really... I'm a happily married man. There is really nothing you can do for me." Um, awkward much? I just said, "Oh, Oookaaay", took Brighton's hand and walked away. Seriously.

Our townhouses do not face the street, so it's just the side of one unit that is on the street.  Same as a lot of other townhouses on our street. But for some reason, our front lawn has been designated as the "one mans trash, another mans treasure" lawn. I swear they (whoever they is) always drop things off when I'm out.  I leave for an hour and then come back and there is always new junk. Most of the time in broad day light! If you have been to my house, you have probably seen a stray couch or dresser sitting out. Just lovely. This was our latest, and by far the most, junk we've seen.  Luckily, someone else picks it up pretty quickly. Like I said, one mans trash, another mans treasure. And I have never seen the dropper or picker upper.

And I'll end with another ditsy story about myself. 

I was helping Stacy unpack and was rearranging her dishes in her kitchen.  She had a stack of heavy glass plates on the top shelf of one cupboard, and I was moving them into the adjoining corner cupboard.  (The cupboards that meet in the corner of the kitchen).  Not realizing the top shelf was not separated, I moved all of the plates out and around into the corner of the "other" cupboard. Once done with the stack, I look and see "another" stack in the corner! I tell Stacy, "Wow, you have a lot of these plates!" and proceed to argue with her that she has well over 12. I then count on one side, 1,2,3, etc. then go around the other side and continue counting. 13, 14, 15, etc. She just started busting up, and was like, "those are the same plates!"  I about died laughing. 

Here is an illustration where I was moving the plates too, and then looking in both sides and thinking they were different stacks. So blonde. Best drawing you've seen all day.