The Power of CANDY

Today I had one of those nightmarish mom experiences where both of my kids were screaming at once in a public place. I was actually buying noodle bowls from the sweet noodle bowl man who asked me when the baby was due after Emily had been born. See here for a refresher.

First Lucas started wailing...I don't know what happened, I think that the noodle bowl man scared him. Then I put Emily down so that I could pay and she started bellowing. My purse contents dumped out onto the floor amid all of the chaos and I noticed a forgotten pack of Sweet Tarts. Quickly tearing off the wrapper, I popped one in each child's howling mouth and enjoyed the immediate silence.

Man, that's some powerful stuff. I don't even like Sweet Tarts yet I had to have one then, too.

Hmmmm, Sweet Tarts are a good metaphor for being a parent. Mostly sweet with a little sour.

Freakish Foot

Ouch!

I thought that I broke my toe yesterday after accidentally kicking Lucas' Learning Tower which was left in the middle of the kitchen so that he could help me cook.

The doc was 99% sure that my bone is intact though. It's just badly bruised, looks really messed up and hurts like heck if I wiggle it or if one of the kids steps on it (which surprisingly happened quite a few times yesterday).

No running or even wearing shoes for me for awhile.

Sorry for such a grotesque photo of my unpainted, unkempt toenails, but I thought that I might give you an after Halloween scare.