And now comes the Week 2 update

Everything's been going good this week. I've been yarn crazy. The Goodwill here in Mountain Town, Oregon (we'll shorten that to "MT" because I made that up and it doesn't really matter) is much nicer than the thrift store back home. Nicer meaning they have much nicer stuff. I've been yarn crazy since I got here. I've taken apart a sweater and started a cardigan. I like taking apart thrift store sweaters for cheap yarn. I bought some merino wool and some cashmere for $5.00 a sweater. If I bought enough new yarn of those materials to make sweaters for myself, it'd cost five times that much, if not more (especially for the cashmere).

You guys will have to excuse me. Hoochie Momma, The Professor and I watched "Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story" and I had a beer. Plus it's midnight west coast time and I've been up for a while. Also, I'm half watching Celebrity Poker Showdown. I'm really tired.

Anyway, here are a couple funny things that happened this week.

The kids ran to what Hoochie Momma calls "The Cesspool" and played there to their hearts content two days in a row. It's really just a kiddie pool filled with rain water and random outdoor icky stuff. Roar and Meow love it though. They couldn't stop laughing.

Meow sneezed in the car and a booger flew out of her nose. I couldn't stop laughing.

I accidently dropped a whole box of Cheerios on Hoochie Momma's floor. The beauty and curse of nice hardwood floor is if you drop something like Cheerios on it, they go all over. Hoochie Momma couldn't stop laughing.

We saw the beginning of a tv show about dirty jobs on The Discovery Channel. The first job was sewer inspector. Hoochie Momma was so viscerally affected by the grossness of the sewer that she covered her nose...with her hair. I couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

Noona mentioned in the comments in the post before this one (the Curt Cobain Baby post) that Meow got really mad at me. Holy cow, when that girl gets mad, she gets Crazy Baby Mad. Hoochie Momma warned me in advance.

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Hoochie Momma: Meow can play with crayons, but she's not allowed to draw on the walls. Be on guard, because she will try. If she does, take the crayon away from her.

Laura: Okay.
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With that, Hoochie Momma and Roar left for an appointment. We were fine, just sitting and drawing pictures. Well, I was drawing pictures. Meow was scribbling, but being creative nonetheless.

Then it happened.
She tried to draw on the walls.

So, I stopped her, told her "No drawing on the walls." Meow was not happy, but she stopped for a while. We counted, she sat on my lap, drew more pictures...it was all good.

Then she tried again.

This time, I was very stern.

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Laura: Meow! I told you, no drawing on the walls. (Laura takes the crayon away.)

Meow: WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I knew she would get mad, but not Crazy Baby Mad. I mean it, she was arching her back, she was kicking, she was swiping with her arms, she was insane. I tried to reason with her, but trying to reason with a Crazy Mad Baby is like trying to reason with a dead rock. So, I had to put her in time out.

Hoochie Momma's rule (along with a lot of other parents) is to put a child in Time Out one minute for every year of their life. So Meow was in Time Out for a minute.

She is like a Jekyll and Hyde baby, because in that one minute, Meow went from screaming Crazy Mad Baby to happy, babbling, best-friend-in-the-world baby. The transformation was miraculous. (Thank goodness for small miracles.)

Anyway, that was it. Meow was fine, I was fine. Everything was good when Hoochie Momma and Roar got back.

And all was right with the world.

Here's a picture, for those of you who love 'em. This is Roar enjoying the awesomeness of the cesspool.