Santa

Seriously?

I told D I was so going to blog about this, so now I must hold true to my word. As we were falling asleep the other night, D said, "Oh, by the way, thanks for the poopy diaper in the trash can [next to my bed]." I replied that I didn't put it there. We fell asleep and that was that. The next night, as we're getting ready for bed, D marches himself into the bathroom and proceeds to dump his trash can into my trash can in the bathroom, saying he couldn't handle the stench! I stood there rather stunned. It's one thing to empty your trash can into your spouse's when said spouse is not around*. It's an entirely new level of ballsy to do it right in front of your spouse and then mutter something about not wanting to go downstairs to empty the trash can and promise to do it in the morning. I didn't want the mysterious diaper to stink up the area under my side of the sink, so I took it downstairs and emptied the trash can. Grumble, grumble, grumble.

*This happened for about the first year of our marriage when I just couldn't figure out why I was producing so much trash on my side of the bed, yet D's trash can was seemingly always empty.

Coupon

I just ordered Avery an outfit from Tea Collection since they offered free expedited shipping before Christmas. As I was checking out, I also did a search for a possible coupon. I found one for 10% off and it worked. I love it when the quick internet search yields money off from an order I'm already going to place! And I love when I have a gift for Avery being brought right to my door at no extra charge. Especially since I still have bought absolutely nothing for her or D as of yet.

Santa 2009: "I no like it!"

That is what Avery cried when we took her to see Santa today. D was finally able to unwrap her legs and arms from him and put her on Santa's lap, but she was not a happy camper. She just cried and cried. Then I started crying and gave D a look like he'd just permanently scarred our child for life (in hindsight, this was a bit melodramatic on my part, but it was genuine emotion, so I forgive myself.) So we didn't buy the picture and didn't have our camera with us (battery dead, as is becoming the norm when an event I want to photograph rolls around).

Reorganization

With the newly potty trained girl, it means I got to remove some of the items in her room related to diapering. Specifically, the diaper pail and an Elfa storage system I'd bought to make things easier when Avery first arrived. I love doing that type of reorganization.