Wasp

Scott and I agree on most things in life, but there is one thing we have always disagreed on, and after today, I'm afraid it will become even more of a problem.

When there is a spider or a bee or some kind of bug in the house we have different approaches. I find the biggest shoe that has the flattest tread (you see if the tread is too deep them the thing can get away, or worse get on you and bit/sting/or otherwise harm)you. Scott however, looks for a cup or a Tupperware to catch the bug/spider/bee and take it outside to return it to the beautiful world in which we live.

Today, there was a wasp in our house. For some dumb reason I thought instead of squishing it, I should "save" it. Dumb, dumb, dumb idea.

I grabbed a Tupperware and the lid. Do a little catch and release... I thought. It was flying around in the window in our room (which is huge, like five feet by 15 feet). Catching it was pretty easy. I just covered it with the tuppy while standing on the couch. Then it got tricky. I didn't have the guts to try and put the lid on. Scott usually has a piece of paper that is flat so you just slide it over the top. The pesky thing wouldn't fly into the container, it kept trying to find a way out.

I stood there on the couch, with my Tupperware and the wasp with no apparent way to end this ordeal. For 10 minutes! I was too scared to try and uncover it and squish it. By this time he was attaching the Tupperware with his poky tail. He was hitting it so hard I could hear it tap. Yikes!

I started to wonder how long I would be there. I realized I needed help. I needed a piece of paper, or someone with more courage than I had. I resorted to my two-year-old. I had nowhere else to turn to. He was in his room taking a nap. Which must have been a pretty good one because no matter how much I yelled, he didn't come.

I started wondering if my landlords would be back soon. I heard a diesel coming up the road and hoped it was them. Nope. UPS man... and then he stopped. He had a package for us!!! He could be my hero and save the day. I don't know how this is possible, but he came up, set the package down, and didn't even see me standing there in the window looking like a fool. I was too embarrassed to yell at him through the window to direct him to the back door (because the front was locked) so he could help me. I watched as he walked away and then it started.

My heart started racing, I started thinking I would be there for the rest of my life. I think it was some kind of mini-panic attack. I got resourceful. I thought maybe if I tap the Tupperware really quickly on the window I could get him to fly back in so I could put the lid on. I didn't work. Instead he got half way out and was stuck as I pushed the Tupperware against the window again. I didn't waste any time. I finished the job. I didn't like doing it, but it had to be done. My baby was crying, I was practically crying. This episode had to come to and end.

And now, I'm here to tell you that unless you are trained in the art of "catch and release" debugging... just squish it.

new shampoo

I got this really cool shampoo in the mail the other day. I was excited to try it out because it was the kind you use on dry hair. Cool, huh. You don't have to use water or anything. It seemed like a pretty novel idea.

I started thinking about how this would change the nature of showers in my life. Then I started thinking, this water-free shampoo might not work into my life as easily as I might have expected. I mean, I really like to shower using water and having that fresh wet hair feeling when I get out. I don't know if I would feel truly clean if my hair weren't wet when I got out of the shower. Plus, how in the heck does this stuff work? How do you get it out of your hair if you don't use water?

These were are the things running through my head as I was getting ready to get into the shower. I decided to have a look at the instructions. Yes, I read those, even on the shampoo bottles. The first thing the directions said to do was to apply ample amount of shampoo to WET hair. WHAT? I thought this shampoo was for dry hair?

And then it hit me. Dry hair. As in, the overall condition of you hair, not how you use the shampoo. Huh, that was a blonde (p.s. I just had to look up how to spell this because it just wasn't looking right for some reason) moment for me. I'll make sure and not tell anyone so there's nothing incriminating out there about me. But then, I couldn't think of anything to write about on my blog.

Teaching Jeff

So, I've decided Jeff needs a little more structure in his life. We've decided to have "school." We have it most days, though I can't claim that we have it everyday. I'm still not structured enough for that. Today we did the letter "B". (So you can tell, I've only been at this for enough days to be at this letter in the alphabet.)

Here's a few things I've learned.

- Jeff hates to sit still for longer the three minutes
- Jeff loves to cut things up with scissors, but only to make confetti
- Jeff can only take a 30 minutes session of "school" (or maybe that's me)

All in all, its fun and I'm learning just as much as he is.

Pre-school

So, I'm totally a planner. I like to plan out the next ten years of my life, and more. I don't know why. I just do. So, I've been thinking a lot about preschool for Jeff. I know he's only two, but he's going to be three in July and that means that he only has two year more until he starts kindergarten (which totally blows my mind, for the record).

I've heard lots of debate and differing opinions on weather kids should go to preschool or not. I'm still not sure how I feel about the issue.

I'd like to get more information. Do you think preschool is necessary or not? And why to you think the way you do?

I never went to preschool, though I did go to kindergarten twice. I think I turned out okay, but then, I think most eccentric people think they are normal too. I say this like I'm not eccentric, but maybe I am, I'm just in denial... sorry. So, what do you think? Preschool or no?