my little grape

Seriously. I commented to her on how lovely all her purple was or how she was all purple, something like that, and she responded "Yea I is a grape!"
Now I wonder if her Daddy jokingly told her that earlier today or if she came up with it herself. 50/50 chances.
and doesn't she look lovely sprawled on the dog's bed (which is more often the cat's bed, but we figure if the dog ever actually wants it, he's big enough to claim it).

gah. visitors.

So my father has now been in town for 2 days. He's staying at his brother's house, though the brother is in Vegas this week. (My aunt's at home. Not quite clear on why she didn't go to Vegas too except she did mention it just doesn't hold the same allure for her, been there too many times or something.)
The in-laws arrive tomorrow. This is much more stressful as they will actually be staying with us, most likely the m-i-l upstairs in our spare bedroom and f-i-l on my wonderful recliner in the den. (Bless him, he's kinda frail these days, but he's still a tough old coot. I love my f-i-l. M-i-l's ok, I just get tired of hearing the same stories about her daughters or people I don't know 4 times in quick succession.
Yesterday, while out running errands with father in tow, we bought Boo the Dora potty seat she'd been asking for. Turns out she really wanted it to begin using the potty. As soon as we got home and took it out of the bag to show Daddy, she set it on the floor and sat on it. We had to convince her to get up off it so we could open the packaging and put it on an actual potty. Then we sat on the little seat on the potty a couple times diaper still on, and finally bare tush. After a couple moments bare tush, she looked at me (where I was negotiating something with Munchkin) and said "my peepees is coming out now" and 20 seconds later, there was the noise of peeing into the potty.
There was much rejoicing.
So then right before bed, she wanted to sit on the potty again. 15 minutes later, still nothing had come out, I'm trying to convince her she's made a great try and we'll try again in the morning, and she's close to throwing a fit because she wanted to stay there until something came out. When I did get her to her bed, read the story, sang the songs, and was almost out her bedroom door, she got up out of bed saying "want to sit on potty again".
She did sit there again this morning, no success. But we're quite amused that Munchkin never wanted to sit on the potty and Boo just doesn't want to get off of it. She really wants to wear panties, the sweet dear.

been blah

Again. What's wrong with me?
House is flying along- they started putting up drywall yesterday. Siding's up, garage, basement, and porch stoop have been poured. (still no steps UP to the stoop, so it's a tall step, but it is there.)
Boo turned 2 yesterday. Her party will be Saturday. My dad flies into town (state) around 1pm tomorrow, my mother in law at 5ish. Dad leaves Tuesday (my birthday, and the day I go back to work after taking a couple vacation days), mother in law leaves... oh wait, that's right. My darling wonderful husband doesn't bother to decide ahead of time when his mother leaves. He waits until day 6 and then starts picking flights, leaving me in the agony of suspense THE WHOLE FLIPPIN WEEK and wonders why I never take more than 2 days off work. hmmm... let us think why I might do that...
Remember, we work for airline. We fly standby. Truthfully, the closer to departure time, the better idea if we can get on the flight. We only have to list ourselves (or parents, friends, whatever) 4 hours out. Company claims they want us to do it 24 hours before departure, but that's mostly for figuring out meals for first class.

I just had a 30 minute interruption talking to my hubby about a union issue in LAX. For a guy that used to work here, transferred there, and doesn't trust any of the union stewards there. So he asks my opinion alot. Gotta love it.

blah. I gotta wind down. And I'm out of my cheap good Australian wine, all I've got in the house are 2 Cahors wines (town in France where my aunt lives) and I'm not sure I'm ready to open either of them yet. Maybe it's a beer night. sigh. Dumb 5 hour rainstorm! Keeping me from doing as many errands as I intended! (didn't want to have girls in too many parking lots- they're awful fond of puddles and I'm not awful fond of getting splashed then having wet legs & shoes on me...

let there be color

My house will be platinum grey, with slate shake accent and midnight blue shutters and front door.
I'm quite excited.
We nixed the fireplace in order to afford stainless appliances, but didn't like any of the refrigerators they offered so that will be the standard black.
I also was talked down from my Silestone countertop. I'm still somewhat sad about that, but I can live with vinyl pretending to be granite that we wound up with.
On the plus side, the options we selected today dropped the price by a thousand dollars.
I have a Bunny Boo again. Since it was cold (30) today when we were heading out the door, she got to put on her bunny hat. It has not come off since, even thru naptime. This is a common occurance, so common that I have not bothered to take pictures of the phenomenon since October.