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It's been touch-and-go for the past 24 hours, but I think *hopes once more for good measure* we're alright on Chris' truck. You see, it was a lovely weekend and we did a lot of work: a couple of truckloads of mulch and hauling lumber for the construction of a low fence around our A/C units. Being such a lovely weekend, we enjoyed open windows and sunroofs with much vigor. More the latter than the former.

Chris stayed home from work yesterday in an allergy funk and instead worked at home on his current contracting job (which is a headache in itself, honestly, but another story for another time and not really mine to tell anyway). Of course, like the rest of the East Coast, we were bombarded with crazy winds and horrible storms yesterday. Some of said storms were supposedly tornadoes, but I don't know that one came near us. I stood in the office window at around 2:20pm watching hurricane-like winds and rain whip around the house with incredible force. I kept waiting for one of our trees to snap, but they just bent to and fro like rubber bands. It was sort of zen, thinking about various Eastern philosophies of being flexible like bamboo instead of rigid like... something else. I don't know.

What I do know is that all day long as Chris and I enjoyed the thunderstorms rolling through (because really, they were quite enjoyable), neither of us once thought about the possibility that we might have forgotten to close the sunroof on his brand new, three week old truck. Not for a second.

Yeah, D'OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!! doesn't even begin to cover it. By the time he tried to leave to go to the grocery while Jonah and I were at a play date across the street, he found about 2 inches of water standing in his cup holders in the center console and presumably a comparable amount in all the leather upholstery and the floorboards and the electronics and everything else. *CHAGRINED!*

Since he had a long distance crisis on his hands, dealing with this asshat that he's writing an app for (see previous comment about another headache in itself), I had him pull it as far into the garage as he could manage (since it's full of aforementioned lumber right now, among all the other things it's normally full of) and we went at all the hard surfaces with towels and I started in with the shop vac to try to pull out as much moisture as I could from all the soft surfaces. He pulled things apart, opened things up and left all the doors open to try to air it out. He cranked it up and left the heaters on full blast, which really did a fantastic job of drying stuff out, actually. Who knew heated seats would come in handy in Tennessee?!

He left it home today for me to open up in the sun and breeze and finally, it seems to be dried completely. I mean, I propped up the edges of the carpet on the floors to help air out underneath of them and everything! It seems to be all good, but we'll still probably air it out more and he stuck a container of Damprid in there.

Lesson learned: Check all windows, including sunroofs, before exiting the vehicle and never, ever leave them open, no matter what the weather. Chances are you'll forget to go back and close them later and you just don't want to have to deal with this sort of thing. Really, you don't! We've done this on my Forester once too, but that's a MUCH bigger sunroof, though I believe it was a much smaller storm and the car was not three freakin' weeks old!
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I can't help but sometimes feel like pointing in a mirror and yelling, "UR DOIN IT WRONG!" But, I'm at a loss for any other way to go about things sometimes.

Last night, Jimi had his front paws propped up on my lap while he was getting some attention. Jonah comes over and points to his exposed wang and asks, "what's that mommy?"

*sigh*

Without even pausing, I just say, "that's Jimi's penis, Jonah. Just like you have. That's what Jimi uses to go peepee, just like you do."

To which he replies, "Oh, Jimi's penis."

To which I mentally facepalm at hearing my 3-year-old son say the word penis clearly and confidently. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out in laughter, really. Then immediately following said hypothetical laughter with a distressed look to the heavens to ask, "what have I done?!"

He then asks, "where's Sunflower's penis?" Of course, I had to explain that she didn't have one because she's a girl and girls have a different part for going peepee. He proceeded to then expertly show off his knowledge of the proper places for each of the species under our roof to do their business. . .

"Mogwai goes peepee in the litter box. That's his potty. Jimi and Sunflower go peepee outside in the yard. Mommy and Daddy go peepee in the potty."

Then I ask Jonah where he goes and he claims, a little excitedly, "in my little potty." I had to correct him that he was still going peepee in diapers, but that we want him to pee in his "little potty" and it's something he's going to have to learn very soon. We talked about trying it this weekend. There's a technique where you just tell the kid, "no more diapers" and put them in underwear. They learn pretty quickly that they don't like being wet or dirty without a diaper. Unfortunately, this morning brings a setback to that plan.

I had every intention of beginning the diaper free weekend today, since there's no school due to this pathetic excuse for snow accumulation today. But it appears he's developed an allergy or intolerance of some sort to mango. The past several times he's had mango juice in any form, he's had, well let's just say tummy troubles. . . messy ones. The gas this morning woke him up an hour or so early and had him periodically crying. Then once that passed he fell back to sleep watching The Empire Strikes Back. ;) I'm kind of afraid to say, "no more diapers" and put him in underwear with something like this going on.

*shakes fist* Curses foiled again!

But anyway, about that whole, "my kid will know the proper words for things and other parents will hate me" thing. Well, he's well on his way to being that kid in Kindergarten Cop. You know the one. And neither of his parents are gynecologists as an excuse.

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