I made the worst tacos ever last night. I have no idea what I did. I admit that I did rubberize the chicken by overcooking. But, I've done that before and have been able to salvage. I put chili pepper in there. I put some cumin in there. They tasted like, um, nothing. Nothing. The avocado had more taste than the chicken taco meat. They were horrible.
Last week, I managed to make instant mashed potatoes from scratch. Yep. You read that right. I must have overcooked the potatoes and then added way too much moisture. It tasted like it was prepared fresh out of the box. I am so talented.
Katie had Flamingo (a recently acquired 'guy') on her potty yesterday. He was busy going poopy. Then I hear this, "Flamingo is taking a dump." I wonder who she picked that up from?
GmaF came for a visit this weekend. We did lots of fun stuff and even went to see 'Lucy', a famous australiopithecus afarensis, who was visiting town. Do you know that she's 3.2 million years old? Anyways, Katie had three huge temper tantrums in one day. That, my friends, is a record. Kicking, screaming, crying. I think we were the hit of the museum. We certainly put on a show exiting the building. They'll be talking about us for weeks.
**SANTA SPOILER AHEAD**
I am seriously considering whether or not to get Katie into the whole Santa Claus thing. First of all, there's the whole lying thing. Then there is the consumerism, the commercialism, the 'big-brother is watching you' aspect....
That said, I don't remember having much trouble getting over the Santa thing. I had fun perpetuating the myth for my younger sisters. I know that I got excited about getting presents from him every year and I'm sure that my parents had a good time sneaking presents under the tree and eating the cookies we left out each year.
But, then I think about all the presents that I got from SANTA over the years. Instead of thinking to myself, "Wow. Santa is one real cool dude for getting me that Caveman video game!" I shoulda been thinking, "My parents rock." After I found out about the Santa myth as a kid, I didn't go back and thank my parents for all the hard work. Okay, so no kid would say thanks out loud. But, I could've thought about it. You see, I didn't even think twice about it until JUST NOW. How lame is that? Sigh. Sorry, Mom & Dad.
Now that I wrote that paragraph up there, it seems like as a parent I want to get all the thanks. It seems a bit selfish. Sigh.
Katie is too young NOT to think that Santa is real. She has created a whole world in which Lightning McQueen gets a flat tire and then needs a hug. A world in which she and Mickey Mouse catch Big Red Gooey Fish for Mr. Pettibone.
So, I'm not quite sure if these guys really exist for her. They're invisible to me but she can tell me exactly where they are sitting in the room. It's hard to know if she comprehends make believe yet or if she is just doing it.
That last sentence, like, totally doesn't make sense.
I don't know. Maybe we'll just celebrate Festivus.
