Bits and Pieces

This week I have been put in charge of watching some chickens, fifteen to be exact. A neighbor of ours is going to be away for a few days and they have asked us to let their chickens out in the morning. Being a girl from "the burbs" that I am I wasn't exactly geeked to do this. Chickens kinda freak me out. Anyway, I'm a spineless pushover and we're watching our neighbor's chickens and watering their plants - joy. After excessive moaning and groaning the husband reminded me that I may want a favor from them someday and I should basically just buck up.

This past weekend we did our grocery shopping at a store that is not D & W. It sucked. We only went there because I needed a new nightlight for our freakishly dark hallway. Both the hubby and I left the store peeved because 1) our daughter decided to turn into a devilish gremlin, 2) there were sooo many people there you couldn't navigate the cart, and 3) our cashier was a complete moron that lacked any social skills.

Recently in our marriage J and I have come to the realization that neither of us like Subway subs. For countless years we have bought Subway subs thinking that the other person liked them better than Blimpie. Apparently we both like Blimpie and thus never need to eat at the other place again. We also had a crazy mix up regarding Slurpee's this week. Joe was apparently unaware of my Slurpee preference. I will ONLY drink Coke in the frozen form and none of those other wonky flavors. I did during my first pregnancy have a brief period where I would drink the frozen blueberry kind, but hey I was pregnant and therefore not accountable. Anyway, he was trying to be a thoughtful husband and brought C and me Slurpees - the red kind (Ick!!!!). I didn't mean to be a creep, but that is one of the few things is this world that I won't eat. I know...... but truly I can't stand anything except the frozen Coke. You think you know a guy..... You think he knows you.....

C is going through a phase where she take FOREVER to get ready for bed and to get dressed in the mornings. It is seriously the most ridiculous battle! We have had several nights of screaming and crying which just wears me plumb out. It fries my brain to go to war with a 3 year old. So I've started an incentive chart - if C gets ready for bed without screaming or crying and doesn't take forever to wash up and brush teeth then she earns a smile face. Last night was our first success in 2 nights. We had a peaceful and relaxing bedtime routine (mostly thanks to the hubby). She did a great job getting ready for bed and as a result earned a reward from the "prize" bucket. Now I've upped the anti and she has to do a good job going to bed two nights in a row, then three, and so on. I'm accepting prayers on this one folks because frankly I can't handle the alternative. Any helpful hints on putting an end to bedtime chaos?