October marks this blog's 25th month of blog entries, and to celebrate the occasion I've decided to give everyone names.
Husband's name is Gary, as most of you already know.
Taking a cue from his very successful and popular blog, I think I'll stick with his names for the girls. They seem to fit.
Youngest shall hereafter be known as Gertrude.
Oldest is Matilda.
And my name, of course, is Penny Barcelona. Nice to meet you.
Now that the formalities are out of the way, we can proceed. The highlight of our weekend had to be running into Jeff and young MC at the grocery store Sunday afternoon. With our carts pulled up side-by-side, Gert and MC had a nice moment of toddler interaction.
I should add that Gert already has a rich fantasy life surrounding MC – in her mind they have gone to the zoo together, shared a fear of lions, exchanged laughs, and continually hung out. So Gertrude was all, hey man! Good to see ya! Check out my baby doll. Nice bib. I like your shoes. Your pants are sparkley. What are you doing for lunch later? I hope this place has free samples. Stores are cool, yeah? Okay, call me!
The second biggest event of the weekend was that the sound on our TV went out, necessitating an emergency TV purchase. It went down like this.
Me: I've just finished paying the bills. For some reason, we are not behind on the budget. In fact, we seem to be in fairly decent shape for once!
Gary: Shut up! They'll hear you!
Me: Who will hear me? What?
TV: What did you say? Oh! Crapping out now. Pppthbbbpthp.
Gary: Damn it! You can't crap out. You're only 1.5 years old. Your peer in the next room is pushing 20!
TV: Can't talk. Crapping.
TV from next room: Feeling a little iffy also…
So before the threats could continue, we quickly purchased a replacement set and restored the natural order of things. Yes, I realize we are being held hostage by the whims of our electronic media devices. There are worse things.