Mama is great! She feeds us the chock-it cake!

Or, not so much.

Sam woke up this morning telling me that Barney had made her a cake, and that she needed to eat the cake - for breakfast apparently. I showed her that there was no cake in the refridgerator, so she spent some time looking for it, but then demanded that I find this cake. We had this conversation:

Mama: Did it have icing?

Sam: No . . . . chock-it!

Mama: What color was it?

Sam: Mama! Chock-it!

Mama: Sam, I think this was a dream!

Sam: Mama! It a CAKE!

Yeah, so I let her have a cookie for breakfast. We were running late. I'll make her eat some broccoli for dessert later.

Samantha hilarity

On Thursday, Samantha was playing with her babydolls. They were screaming at high volume and running around the livingroom. Now, I'm not saying that any child of mine does such a thing, but she's been exposed to such behavior somewhere. Anyway, she turned to the doll and said, "Pardin jur mouf." I asked her to repeat herself so I could be sure what she said . . . "Pardon your mouth!" That has to be Miss Marie talking! I wonder why got her mouth pardoned?

She has a new word: chock-it. It took me a while to figure out that she means CHOCOLATE.

We went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant tonight. Samantha ate a ton of chips and (hot!) salsa, and then put away quite a bit of beans and rice. I am so amused at her love of spicy and exotic foods!

Oh, and this happened over the weekend too. I wonder if I should interpret it as a threat?

Why I Didn't Vote?

I consider voting my civic duty, so I'd better have a pretty good reason for not voting.

Short summary: 4+ hour commute = no time to vote

Longer missive: I picked Sam up at 3:30pm. Beltway was fine, but Rt. 50 seemed to have a large assortment of cars, pieces of cars and smaller pieces of of cars on the shoulder. This should have been a clue.

I made it as far as the Annapolis Mall at a cautious crawl, but after that traffic wasn't moving at all. People were backing down the shoulders to take exits. I made my way to the exit, thinking that I'd cut through Annapolis. Two hours later, I was still sitting in Annapolis, pretty lost, since I'd circled around looking for a street that wasn't blocked, only finding streets that were more blocked. I really had to go to the potty, so I pulled into an Elementary School that was open for voting. Oh YEAH - election day. Well, thank goodness for that. A very nice volunteer gave my hungry Sam a banana and showed us to the potty. God bless that sweet woman. Hungry two year olds that have been in the car for 2+ hours are not pretty!

I let Sam run up and down the hall until I was satisfied that we'd compromised the election, and then we took off again. Oh, note to self: Parking your Cavalier on a soft shoulder = not such a good idea.

We made it across the Severn River Bridge - the UNTREATED Severn River Bridge - and I thought we were home free. I had to cross another concrete apron to make it onto Rt. 2 and my car slid sideways and we sailed across it. When I hit asphalt on the other side my tail end threatened to come around in one direction, then the other. Sam squealed. I probably squealed. Then, all the sudden we were going forward again, headed in the right direction even. That's not what I expected moments before, but I like fun surprises. Sam stopped squealing, we didn't hit anything, we went on our way.

So, more than 4 hours after we departed daycare, we arrived home, mostly unscathed. Mostly. Not that I'd go back out anyway, but the polls are closed.