It's just a normal Monday 'round here

 It's been a morning of educational experiences...For example, if you leave a three year old to her own devices she will improvise a stool or chair out of whatever she can find available.  In this case, overturning the cat's litter box and dragging the box to the desired location to use as height enhancement.  So, in this New Englander's hurricane preparedness kit, there will need to be some wine to balance out the skeeviness factor of being mostly sure, but not absolutely sure that I have cleaned up all the random litter pebbles and wiped down all surfaces that could have been touched. 

 

When the rest of the region is preparing for a hurricane, it is a super time to contract pinkeye as a family.  I mean, no better time.  It keeps things fun and frisky, just not in that Cosmo cover-story kind of way.   Also, as a side note,  our doctor's offices have recently moved into a new complex.  While they are technically closer than before, I failed to factor in the "We've-never-been-here-before-can-we-touch/look at/lick it" factor.  Yes, lick.    I don't know what sensory madness possesses one of my children, but things continue to be touched with the tongue well beyond the age and stage where the world is experienced by the mouth primarily.    So yes, I did enter into the waiting area of our new doctor's office saying "Do not EVER lick the elevator buttons again.  EVER." 

 

Related to the above, there is fabulous art displayed in the entrance and it just happens that the entry is an echo chamber.  We walked the length of the hall with Little One chanting "Echo…echo…echo…Do you hear me?  I'm saying 'echo'."   An older gentleman stopped us and said "Boy, she really likes it here doesn't she!  I bet she could really get running in here if you turned her loose!  It's like a race track!"  Um, thanks, but no.

 

With all of this entertainment, we walked into the waiting room as they were calling our name.  Of course, the fact that four of our collective six eyes were cotton candy pink may have had something to do with getting us out of the waiting room quickly…

 

If you want maximum fun, come home with children who are a little frenzied by the impending storm and the ambient stress of all the adults around them and convince them that you need to put greasy, goopy medicine in their eyes every three hours and just for fun, estimate how frequently you will say "NO! You cannot touch your eyes!"  (HINT:  'cuz I like ya….It's a lot!)