*****On Monday JK woke up asking for "Kekker", which is how she says her friend's name. Later that day, he came over for a play date while his parents enjoyed some time together at a movie. JK was thrilled that he was here, but she did NOT want to share her toys. After he went home, she heard KD walk in the door and yelled "Kekker!" instead of the usual "Daddy!" Poor KD. It's ok though. She gets to spend the whole evening with daddy today.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Officially a Housewife
Last night I officially became a housewife: I politely listened to my first in-home sales spiel, while thinking about all the other things I needed to be doing and hoping the baby didn't wake up. And, I've managed to successfully resist the family curse! I didn't buy a vacuum cleaner from the demo person! When I was growing up My mom bought a vacuum from every single sales person who came to the door and offered to dump a jar of dirt on our carpet. I remember her buying at least 3 or 4. She had a Kirby, which was awful. And there was one that didn't use bags, but just had a plastic jug that had to be emptied. The last one she had was a Tri Star, which is the company that tricked their way into my house with the promise of a "free gift". My younger sister recently succumbed to the curse and bought a vacuum from a salesman; she hates it and its expensive bags. No matter how miraculous, durable, and well-waranteed it is, I don't think I could ever stomach paying nearly $3000 for a housecleaning machine! That's a family vacation! Speaking of which, for my patience they gave me a certificate for 2 nights of accomodation, so that's pretty nice.