Popcorn, Pants (or lack of) and PandAmonium

I need energy. Bigtime. That and popcorn sucks. Don't you love how when you're sweeping popcorn kernels from the night before the broom somehow gives them enough momentum to rocket across the room with enough force to embed themselves into your molding?

Okay, not really. But that's how it seems sometimes. It almost makes me wish I had carpeting. Almost.

Not only does Mom have a bad case of the Blahs, but her three year old has a bad case of the Nekkids. I made the mistake of potty training her nekkid-style. It was easy, but now she's been pottytrained for a year and STILL needs to be nekkid in the house. Picture yourself walking up to my front door to see a bare butted toddler with an Albert Einstein hairdo racing across the room laughing like a rabid hyena, with her dishevelled mother trying not to slip on the wood floor in her fuzzy mismatched socks waving a pair of pants and yelling "Put these on right now young lady or I'll telling your father!"

I've so far had a brother and two friends walk into that scene.

Yup.

But now we have a new toy in the house, that Ma picked out all by herself from Walmart last weekend for her birthday. The TWISTCAR! www.twistcar.com.

Unfortunately I don't get paid OR anything for free for writing this review *coughcough*, but seriously, though funny looking this sucker is A to the AWESOME. It didn't take Ruby long at all to figure out how the sample one at the store works and I quickly found myself chasing her from the toy section, all the way to the shoes and back. She didn't want the Radio Flyer Red Scooter, or the Tinkerbell Tricycle. Nothing else would do so I gave in and coughed up the 45 bucks and elt her pick out her first helmet as well.

What made things even better was when we got home and she became distracted with a movie. I read the box, Lurch put it together for me (Because that's what you men do. Right? Right?) and made an even better discovery.

It holds over 130 pounds.

Yes. Guess who took that sucker outside for a trip or two around the block, wearing a way-too-small pink panda bear helmet and with her daughter running behind (with clothes on for once) laughing and going "BAD MOMMY! MY TURN MOMMY!" Quite a few heads turned, and quite a few neighbors giggled. Thank God this is a neighborhood with a sense of humor.

Whizzing around the block in a kids toy wasn't just fun, but good therapy. Everyone needs a some 'kid time" and trust me that did it for me after the nutty few days.. weeks, er, months I've had. So we can't take a physical vacation right now. It doesn't mean a small 10 minute mental getaway can't be in the cards.

Lurch promised me he'll go and get me my own by Spring, but I think he's secretely jealous that he's too big for one himself. Teehee.