I can't think of anything to say, but I'm sick of looking at my grocery post. So I will do a "Potpourri" as they call it on Jeopordy! And frankly, I just like using bullets.

• I took the girls to a puppet show at the library. It was kind of creepy, but I'm proud of myself for attempting to broaden their horizons.
• Over 3 weeks ago I hired a real babysitter to come this past Saturday night. I was so excited about the fun date that Chad and I were going to go on. An hour or so before we were going to go, Chad called to tell me that he had an emergency patient he would have to see at some point during our date. Disappointed, but determined to still make it all work, I busied about the house attempting to give it a semblence of order before going to pick up our first real (i.e. outside of the family or close friends with kids) babysitter. In an attempt to make things as easy on her as possible so that she would want to sit for us again, I made and fed the girls Macaroni and Cheese before she got there. When I picked her up I realized she was coming straight from the park and hadn't eaten dinner. All I had was some cold, leftover Macaroni still sitting in the pan on the stove, frozen burritos, old chinese take out and a jar of dill pickles. It was deja vu from back in the day when I would be babysitting and starving and THERE WAS NOTHING to eat at whatever house I was at. I felt awful, I'd bought some cookies and a candy bar for her, but it hadn't occurred to me to provide her with dinner. Later Rylee told me that she "ate a lot of pickles" and couldn't get the lid off of the 2 liter of Squirt Chad had in the fridge (Chad puts the lid on really tight). After apologizing again for the lack of food, we were off. We went to dinner and then met the patient at the office. While Chad extracted a tooth, I played Solitaire on a computer in the back and decided to call the sitter to see how the bedtime scenario played out. She answered the phone right as the answering maching came on and explained that she had been upstairs rocking Avery (who should have been in bed an hour ago). Avery has two doors in her room, the main door has a childproof knob on it that she has a 50% success rate at opening, and the other door leads to a bathroom and then out to the hall. I ran out of childproof knobs, so I just lock the door from the inside of her room. Avery chose The Night of the Babysitter to learn how to unlock that door and kept coming out of her room over and over again. I felt really sorry for the babysitter. Finally Chad finished his extraction. We made a quick run to Ikea (which is HOPPING on a Saturay night 20 minutes before closing) to get some glasses, which I have been out of and using paper cups for nearly a year now) and then we hit the Cheesecake Factory for some slices of cheesecake with a gift card. That was our night and I can't even remember why I started telling about it in the first place because it wasn't very exciting. Sorry to put you through all that.
• I have no teaching bones in my body. I deeply respect all you teachers out there. How you can endure teaching other people's children things all day is beyond me. I guess I'm a horrible person but I just don't have the patience for it.
• Our world has been in limbo this first year out of dental school. We've really just floated through without any set goals or ambitions. Sometimes we like to pretend we're going to buy a house we can't afford, and never do. But mostly Chad works like 30 hour weeks and we play a lot. It's a lot of fun, but we're not really GOING anywhere. When Chad started this second job it started to feel like we were finally going to be in reality, but things have gotten shaky as the owner dentist has contemplated selling the practice (which we can't afford to buy yet) which would put Chad out of a job. We're in a holding pattern right now, and I think the dentist is going to stick with it, but until Chad owns a practice, our lives still feel somewhat make believe to me. And I'll never own a home.
• Rylee asked me if the new baby was going to "come out on the tile" (as in, our tile floor). Now she knows about hospitals.
• Everytime we talk about the baby Avery either says "Nice", because we keep telling her she has to be nice to the baby, or points to herself and repeats, "Baby." It's going to be a long summer.
• This was a truly terribly "Potpourri" category and I know Alex Trebek would be so disppointed, but at least you don't have to read the grocery store story anymore!