Friday, May 29, 2009
Putting it to the Test
What is that delectable looking pizza, you ask? I'll tell you. It's from Trio, it's called The Chicken and Mushroom, and it's fabled as being able to put a woman into labor. We've heard it from several people now. We decided that tonight was the night to put it to the test. After all, my hands are so swollen that I won't be able to wield a piece of pizza much longer. We'll let you know if it has effective results. For the record, it was delicious.
In other news, Bitty has finished her last day of her first year of preschool. We're really going to miss Miss Patti. I think she's going to retire before our next baby is old enough to go to her school. She's been awesome. For the last day the class had a swimming party in Patti's back yard, complete with Popsicles and a froggie pond, populated by amphibians of the plastic variety only.
Also, Stomper's school held its annual Student Art Gallery Stroll this evening. I'll be honest, I didn't expect to be attending, but since I don't seem to have anything better to do, we all walked over and enjoyed looking at some great art projects the kids have been working on this year. Stomper was really proud of what he had hanging on the wall and I think he loved showing it off.
Troy took Bitty home a little early so that Stomper and I could spend some extra time wandering the halls, doing the scavenger hunt and the the thumbprint project. I spend much more time with Bitty these days than I do with Stomper, especially alone, and I always love the chance to hang out with my boy. Frankly, he's so much more affectionate...well, more consistently affectionate than his sister. She flies between adoration and despair faster than...than...than her mother (!!!) For example, today she proclaimed that she was having "the best day of her life," which comment was followed not too shortly by, "this is the worst day ever!" She was with me when we went to pick up Troy's car which had been in the shop. She does not ride in this car often, and didn't even know it hadn't been at our house for a day or two. However, when she found out that it had been gone she burst into tears, saying that she had missed it so much and that she was going to give it a hug and a kiss when we got home. She is a thunderstorm, I tell you. Stomper, though, is pretty steady and seems to always like me. At least he's much more apt to hold my hand wherever we go, and I hope he doesn't stop doing that for a long time.
Okay, I've rambled enough. It's just that it's late and I'm waiting for the pizza to kick in. Let me know if you have other suggestions....