Hope your hopes aren't high

Well, I debated not posting today ... but when you're an obsessive poster like I am, it turns out that's usually not an option unless you're hospitalized or dead. And I thought that Beckie or Rachel or Lacy or Amy or Laura or any of the other devoted readers who don't know me in real life might call the sheriff to come make sure I wasn't dead. No need to bring in law enforcement, ladies. HERE I AM.

Still, I don't want your expectations to be too high. What I've got for you today is less than random.

I had cotton rounds -- which I use a minimum of twice a day -- on the Costco list. The last time we bought them there, it was a ginormous pack of 300. They've lasted me a good long while, but nonetheless, I have been running low. Coscto is mere steps away from Grayson's office, so he stopped in and picked up the items on our list after work Friday night, and this is the box of cotton rounds he brought in the house:

Uhhh ... did you catch the number of rounds in there?

I think I'm good for a while. Apparently Costco has upped the ante in the cotton rounds department.

When I picked Nathaniel up from school on Friday afternoon, I noticed a big red stain on his hand.

I asked him what it was and he answered, "Red mar-kah. We have these scented mar-kahs in our classroom, and this one smelled like strawberry. I wanted to smell like strawberry, so ..."

Alrighty then. It is very difficult to argue with logic like that.

One of the things that has cracked me up since my sister sent me her iPad is that Jake has taken to it like a duck to water. He can launch iTunes and choose songs to play.

He can launch Angry Birds and play that game like he's been doing it his whole life. He even gave Paige and Barry a tutorial on it on New Year's Eve.

He can also apparently access the App Store, which thankfully I have password protected for purchases, because when I looked at it yesterday, it was on the Thomas the Train app page. 

We're gonna have to keep an eye on that one.

Now, go forth and have a perfectly wonderful Sunday, secure in the knowledge that I'm here, not dead.