what I live for

Tonight when I was putting Ivy to bed, her bedtime routine was pristine. It included no toothbrush fights, undressing and dressing herself, two wonderful and short books a thoughtful snuggle with her hot water bottle and then our nightly conversation. me: "what was the worst part of your day?" Ivy: "Nothing!" me again: "what was the best part of your day?" Ivy: "Going to get your watch fixed."

It rained all day. In the morning we were stuck in the house waiting for the dryer duct cleaner (did you know you should have your duct work cleaned annually?). He turned out to be the most wonderful young chap I ever could have expected. I can't go into detail because I am considering going to bed at 7:43 on a Friday night, and I think I just might. Then we had to wait for the UPS man (yes, man, Donna has moved off of our route) to deliver the drum for our dryer that is to be repaired next week. After a full day inside, broken up by an easy and wonderful nap for Ivy and lots of mindless surfing for me, we set out to fix my watch. I have been lost without it since the pin slipped out about a month ago. While it was getting repaired we wandered around the mall (and by wandered, I mean Ivy ran and I moseyed after her) I think that the highlight that Ivy was remembering was when we smelled lotions in the Body Shop, and then tried them out, a different scent on each body part. When we ran out of accessible parts, she thought she would just pull down her pants and apply the wonderful body butter to her legs. I thought that maybe by then the watch was ready. Ten dollars and a lot of fun later, we left the mall and walked home in the commuter foot traffic, happy we had left the house and happy that we had had a successfull trip.

I also should mention that Ivy was singing "Singin' in the Rain" at the top of her lungs all the way there, a cuter picture you never did see.

AND we had egg rolls for dinner, branching out never tasted so good, I highly recommend trying them!