The gold medal for the bronze, the Flip Top Head, and the guy who asked me out at Wal-Mart

In light of the Olympics going on right now, I wanted to give Andrew a couple gold medals of his own. We all know he gets the gold medal for eating fruit snacks, and I wanted to award him a couple more. Perhaps the first gold medal should actually be a bronze medal because imagine the joy I experienced on Sunday to wake up and find Andrew on the side of my bed, completely covered from head to toe in my bronzing powder. Apparently, I had left my makeup where he could reach it, and while daddy was talking on the phone, he wandered in, took off the lid to the bronzer, and dumped it on himself. I know you might be laughing right now, but I can assure you, cleaning bronzer out of the carpet, is NOT funny at all. On the bright side, (literally) Andrew's face had a nice lustrous tan look the rest of the day.

Secondly, Andrew gets a gold medal for stealthily making his way into the terrible twos. Honestly, he has made the transition so fast, I am wondering where my sweet little boy has gone. And then I remember, oh yeah, he is almost two. One of his fun daily behaviors these days is throwing his head back and yelling. Remember that toothbrush commercial way back when, that featured the guy with a flip top head? Well, that's Andrew. I don't know what kind of gymnastics his neck has to do to allow this, but let's just say, Andrew is talented.



Lastly, and this has nothing to do with Andrew, but with me and my new friend at the Salvation Army. On Friday, I went to pick up my wheat order in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Well, I thought as long as I was there, I would unload a couple things we had to give away, to the Salvation Army truck in the parking lot. As I pulled around, I saw the guy that was working there, attending the truck, and I noticed that he was, for lack of a better phrase, a little rough around the edges. Not drunk-looking or really burly and hairy, but just the kind of guy that made me want to get in and out as fast as possible. But as soon as I got out of my car, he started making conversation. And before I had everything unloaded from my car, and everything was said and done, he had complimented my hair several times, calling it, "jazzy" ("your hair looks so jazzy, wow, it looks jazzy and don't let no one tell your any different".) (And just for the record, I looked like a bum.) Even better than the nice compliments on my hair, he also asked me if I had plans for the weekend! That was fun. (I was like, "hello? I have a minivan and two kids in the car!") Never before have I been so glad that Chad had already planned a date for us! As I pulled away, I was reminded of the weirdos that asked me out during my goth stage in high school, and I called my dear husband and told him he had some competition. And then said, just kidding! and thanked my lucky stars for Chad.