kyburg | Status Report

1. Repeat performance at daycare yesterday. *fistpumps* BOOYAH. And boy, does it show. Baby, it shows all over. Everywhere.

2. I've told Jim that if Xander wants calories, he gets them. I added rice crispy treats to breakfast this morning (keep in mind plain milk is still evil, so I don't have the option of putting breakfast cereal on the table in traditional form) - and they were quickly nommed. You may be going 'so what' - my kid does not like sweet anything. If it's sweet, it had better be chocolate. The one exception to this rule is ice cream or yogurt-related foods.

So rice crispy treats? Big surprise - plain marshmallow is refused.

And it is fortified - so not as bad as say, potato chips. My suspicions about being a bit hungrier than what I'm used to putting in front of him confirmed - he ate one and a half of them while I was home for breakfast...and then ate two more of them between breakfast and lunch...and WANTED lunch. (The boys had lunch with me today *preen.*)

I suspect a huge THUD happened in the car on the way home -

3. Keep in mind, my job is directly tied to the retail industry. And while I got no raise, and I'm certain there will be no Christmas joy this year - our boss negotiated us some bonuses. WEE bonuses, don't tell anyone. But - I got a little more than usual in the pay envelope this morning. I put it right to work - some to savings, paid some credit cards and did some Nice Things I've been wanting to do.

I put my foot down at the last pay period - NO MORE moving money out of savings. I meant it, and we made it - just barely. But we did. And we will do it again this pay period. So help me. So done with trying to manage our money like that. Sick of it.

Roasting a turkey kind of killed my menu plan for this week - so I have it all already planned for next week. And then some. To the good: lotta turkey. To the bad: lotta turkey.

4. I remember 9/11 by not forgetting the first responders who have gotten nothing but cutbacks, budget cuts, layoffs and get ignored left, right and center when anyone talks about 'the war on terror.' (Anyone remember the people who DIED from the anthrax bullshit? Right.)

So I got two dozen donuts, a grocery bag FULL of books I could spare (and put my copy of Rosemary & Rue on top, I can get another one) and took it to the fire station.

(So help me, if I ever have any question about my gender orientation being very plain vanilla straight cis female - just show me some firemen. YOWZA.)

He was happy, surprised and wanted to know who to thank. I said "Donna," smiled and went to work. And "Thank YOU for taking care of us this year."

I also give away books at Halloween for trick or treat. Yes, I do.

Target had no candy corn. WTF.