I Can't Win

I was so excited this morning to go shopping all by myself.  WeeBee is generally well behaved in stores, and Baby Lowly just sleeps through everything, but sometimes it's nice to not have to worry about little hands getting stuck in conveyor belts and grabbing things off racks.  (Note to Kohl's: Having carts where the kids face forwards and very cramped aisles is just begging for them to get into everything.)  I had a coupon for a free drink from Dunkin Donuts, and one of those Kohls Cash coupons, so I wanted to get a sundress and enjoy a coffee in peace.

It took me a little while to find the dress I wanted in my size at Kohl's (Note #2: Could you people please stock more than 1 of an item in Medium?  Please?)  I didn't bother to try it on at the store because I knew how the brand fit, (and I wasn't quite sure how long WeeBee and Lowly would behave for Daddy) paid for the item, and went on my way.  It wasn't until I got home and went to change into the dress that I noticed the security tag on the bottom had never been removed.  For some reason it never beeped when I left the store, and the cashier never noticed it either.

So now I have to go back there tomorrow just for them to remove the tag.  Yes, the internet is full of instructions and demonstrations on how to remove the tag yourself, but it's a knit dress and I'd rather not be left with a giant hole if I screw up...and I doubt Kohl's would take it back at that point.  Blah.

Apparently I Wasn't Taken Up in the Rapture

So I guess I get to stick around for another 5 months until Earth is destroyed in a fireball.  At least, I think that was the deal.  Although when you haven't slept in weeks and your toddler is hell bent on destroying your house, let me tell you, death by fireball loses some of its fear-inducing powers.

On a happy, non-apocalyptic note, I made blueberry pie yesterday.  I have to say, slightly warm blueberry pie with vanilla bean ice cream is one of the most awesome things in the world.  The filling was sort of runny, but I'm not sure if that was how it was supposed to be (I'm used to making apple pie), because it was still a little warm, or because I used frozen blueberries.  WeeBee was more interested in the ice cream than blueberries, but Daddy selflessly volunteered to taste test my future attempts at perfecting the recipe.  ;)

Since the World Is Ending Tomorrow

I guess I might as well update one last time... :)

Sorry I haven't been around in three weeks, but things have been beyond crazy here - in part because WeeBee has a new little sister.  He's named her Lowly (not officially, we're not stupid enough to allow a two year old to pick out a name that the poor kid will be stuck with for the rest of her life.)  To be honest, I'm not quite sure if Lowly is his attempt at saying her name, or he thinks we named her after Lowly Worm (from the Richard Scarry Busytown books.)  Either way, he's been very sweet and protective of her.  Which I appreciate, considering all the horror stories of evil little toddlers who make their little sibling's lives miserable that I've heard over the last couple of months.