ChattaBaby

I thought they gave you a box.

I received a call the last week from what sounded like another credit card solicitation.  The caller asked specifically for Megan who happened to be at work so I asked if he wanted to talk to me.  The caller went on, and I'm paraphrasing here, he said we had been selected to be a Nielsen TV rating family.  He said we'd get a diary...three actually!  One for each TV set we have.  He asked that we keep a detailed account of our television viewing for 1 week.  I of course agreed and he said in turn we would be compensated with the sum of $30.   He didn't lie.  We got our packet yesterday and as I opened the slick blue, white and green envelope, $30 cash fluttered to the floor like confetti.  Who mails cash?  It feels strangely like a back room arrangement.  Regardless,  I wonder how honest we are going to be in our record keeping efforts.  I wonder if starting this thursday I won't be watching a little more PBS and a little less E!.

chattababy: summer bulletin

In case you haven't heard: baby#2 is on the way, due in November.  The ultra sound semi-conclusively identified the fetus as a girl.  Not sure on the name yet but we have effectively ruled out Hillary Rodham S_______.

Sarah is getting ready to start preschool full time this fall.  She will also begin a dance class which when mentioned, incites pants pee peeing (hers, not mine).  Aunt Jen has some great photos up on her site of Sarah attending a gymnastics class this past spring, among other great pics (including the one in this post).

Barbies have entered into the equation.  Not sure when it happened but role playing with barbie-type dolls have become our favorite post-dinner activity.  Barbie's friends Ariel and Cinderella have been known to hijack the pink corvette with there children Ariel Jr. and Cinderella Jr. which happen to be PEZ dispensers cast in their own image...oh, the charmed life of a princess.  My long-term goal not only involves me owning a PEZ dispenser cast in MY image, but also tooling around in a pink sports car with Barry Jr. tenderly strapped into the passenger seat. 

"would you like a piece of candy shaped like medication, Barry Sr.?"

"Oh, Barry Jr.  you always seem to know when I need something tart to suck on."