I owe you a solid post recapping our ND tailgate. Think food prep, guests staying at the house, and an unexpected, game-day dramatic flare. I've given you a break from tailgating to share my fav things . . .
I'm calling this incomplete, because I know there are things I'm going to forget. I've been trying to keep a mental list in the last few months.
Key word here: mental.
My mind cannot be relied upon to remember all of the things. Why not jot thoughts down on paper? Well, I do that, sometimes. My kitchen counter is a cluttered tangle of bills, calendars, and grocery lists. No interest in adding to that. Type lists in my phone? Well, let's just say that I have a reminder in my phone to see my therapist, who I no longer see and I have no idea how to turn it off.
So, we agree - incomplete works.
stacking toddler chairs:
Not exactly the dream of every 51 year old woman, but here we are. I'm managing the largest group in my daycare to date. When I realized that I needed more small-people seating this school year, I turned to Facebook marketplace. I watch 11 children this school year, not all at the same time, mind you.
Tuesday is my biggest crowed. The morning is not too bad. I have 6 littles. Ages 16 months thru four years. At 11 am two kids get off of a bus from preschool and another 3 year old arrives in a carpool from his preschool. From 11 -1 the place is hopping, literally. At 1:00, everyone naps except for a pair of four year old girls, who play together quietly in the basement.
See what I did there? I got off topic.
The fact that these chairs are perfect for bigger kids combined with their stacking ability makes me very happy. On weekends, I shove high chairs and junior chairs into my dining room. Stacking chairs take up little space, which makes it easier to scoot past them to access my dining room fridge.
|The green and white stacking chairs (one at the head of the table by the window) are intermingled with 3 wooden chairs. At the top of the photo there are 3 tots in high chairs. Hello, Tuesday lunch bunch.|
The first pair I purchased were located in a classy, very pricey neighborhood not far from my home. I picked them up and wished I'd worn plastic gloves. Was it so hard to wipe down the chairs before selling them? Sheesh. Anyway, I cleaned them up and scoured FB marketplace for another one. I think I paid $10 or $15 each for these. I love a good deal and these were a tad more than I'd like to spend on a daycare that I'm hoping to retire from in the next three years or so, but they stack nicely and have made feeding the masses easier. Plus, I might hang on to them for future grandkids.
Since we moved into this house 14 years ago, we've always had difficulty keeping those little fuzzy, sticky pads on the bottom of our kitchen chairs. Our chairs scratch up the floor if the pads come off. When we did the kitchen addition and got a new table and chairs and redid the floors, I'd hoped the new chairs wouldn't require fuzzy pads - but alas.
|Aw, look who is pretending |
to be such a good boy. Finn is
sitting next to a chair decked
out in chair condoms.
We won't talk about the dog hair that collects under the cork-like bottom part, but I've assigned the 'wipe off bottom of chairs' to Lad. Occasionally the chair condoms pop off or roll when a chair is being pushed, but the result does not lead to the same panic-stricken feeling brought on by an actual condom. *couldn't resist* In general they stay in place and do a great job of protecting the floor.
I could write a whole post on the glorious things that I've bought second hand. I almost bought a Vitamix second hand.
Tank was with me at Costco last fall. The glass container to my blender broke AGAIN and I was about to lose my mind. I was tired of replacing it. For all the money I was spending to keep that cheap thing functioning, I could've bought a top-of-the-line blender.
Tank saw me eyeball the Vitamix one and ordered me to put it in my cart. I did. Then I looked at the unopened box for a week or two at home, feeling guilty.
|The Mercedes of blenders.|
I searched on FB marketplace and finally decided to buy a used one. I was going to pick up the used one while Curly was in Irish dancing class. Hard to believe that Irish dancing was still a big part of our lives at this time last year. *shudder* The seller lived near dancing.
That afternoon, I headed back to Costco while Coach was home with the babies. I remembered to bring the Vitamix to return. When I got to the service desk, the woman pointed out that the Vitamix I was returning had gone on sale. It was now going to cost only $50 more than the used one I was about to buy. Hmm.
I decided to keep the new one. The warranty was a bonus, plus Costco has good customer service. I messaged the seller and apologized for changing my mind.
I love my Vitamix. I admit that while it isn't recommended, I do occasionally load it in my dishwasher. It's a Bosch and it doesn't melt things or destroy things.
This post is getting lengthy, but I'm gonna toss in a shout out to Tank's Alexa. As you know, I'm not a music officiando. I do enjoy calling out different 'radio' requests to Alexa and seeing what she comes up with. I was on a John Denver kick for awhile. Then Neil Diamond. Then 80's music. Then The Cure.
Lately though, I call out: ALEXA, PLAY BOB DYLAN RADIO. Quite enjoyable. My favorite: LIKE A ROLLING STONE.
What are you loving at the moment? Do you like Bob Dylan? Would you like to join us for lunch on a Tuesday? If so, pack your own lunch. I'll let you sit in one of the big people chairs though.