"First things first" as well as "maybe not"

First things first, before I lose the copy from my computer memory. Well crumb, it won't work. I type 46 wpm Becka.

Now on to "maybe not". That really really really really cool stroller down a few posts that "will be mine", well, WON'T. Why? Because Valco (who lost my business thanks to this little fiasco) doesn't actually have any and actually never really did. They just added them to the stock list they sent to their certified retailers and never bothered to mention that that was not entirely true. And so, I had to re-investigate the stroller choices. I finally settled on a Baby Jogger City Elite in brown and tan. Not the flashy green I fell in love with with the Valco, but to appease the need for flashy I bought a construction-cone-orange Skip-Hop diaper bag to hang off of the back of it. Ha, so there. The added benefit of a bag this color is that I won't be able to miss it under a pile of coats if even just a peek of orange can be seen. Oh, and the stroller goes up much, much higher in weight range (double the Tri-mode) so that in itself is a bonus. Winnie will be able to sit in it as a teenager.

Speaking of teenagers, Winnie is 7 right? Because based on her behaviors I often wonder if I've missed a year or two (or 5). At Target yesterday she got herself a bra. Yes, we actually found these little knit half undershirts which she is walking around in and puffing out her chest. Without going into detail this is disturbing to me because I have a 5 year old son who, um, is noticing things. Do all five year olds notice things or did I fail miserably in the raising-boys department? He uses the word sexy, which he surely got from television (which, to go off on another tangent, hasn't been on since the Wii arrived and thus the reason I missed the ICE STORM forecast and took dh to work so I could go to Target) and simply being a boy I suppose drives the rest. I'm not ready for this. The baby going "bwa bwa bwa, dadadada, and drooling all over my leg I can handle, but 7yo's with bras and almost six year olds with wheels turning in his head is beyond where I want to be with children. Perhaps I should have stuck with preschool teacher as a title and skipped having children.

Oh, and yesterday at school I burned the roof of my mouth on chili. I have a blister on the roof of my mouth the size of the pad of my thumb and it hurts. Wah. I actually considered suing (no, not really, but it struck me as a funny possibility) because we had JUST been talking about the McDonalds lawsuit about the hot coffee in class mere minutes before.