The Bottom of the Bin

Just a quick post...

Mellie is obsessed with my phone on some days.  On other days, she couldn't be less interested if she tried.  One of my co-workers introduced me to an application called "Toddler Lock."  Now this brilliant app locks all of the functions of your phone so your child cannot say, call Japan and set the phone down massing up an enormous bill.  Not that I've had that experience.  No, certainly not...  Anyhow, while locking the phone down, the app makes little tinkling bell sounds, and will make little colorful shapes on the screen or allow you to write or draw with your fingertip.  There's also a little bar at the top that you can pull down to clear the screen.  On TOP of that, there's a secret handshake required to get OUT of the app  (OK, it's not a handshake, but still).

So, on the days that my phone interests her, Mellie's favorite thing is not to make shapes or lines or even the little tinkling bells (although she likes that because that's how she knows the app is running).  No, her favorite thing is to catch the bar at the top and pull it down to erase the screen.  Brilliant, eh?  Yeah, that's my child.  'Tis better to destroy than to create...

Anyhow, yesterday she was not interested in my phone.  I took a nap on the couch (while she was napping) then woke up, and went to my actual bed because it's way more comfortable.  I woke up at 4:40 because the baby was screaming, having woken up from her nap and found herself retrained in a crib.  How dare we!  What horrible parents she has!  I lept out of bed with excitement as the yogurt I was trying my hand at making was supposed to be ready at 4:30.  Before my nap, every ten minutes, I was asking Ronnie if it was 4:30 yet because I was so excited to see the outcome (it was awesome, as was the Labneh I made from half of the yogurt).  So, obviously, I left the baby screaming upstairs to Ronnie to deal with while I ran to the kitchen and absorbed myself with testing the integrity of the yogurt and preparing Labneh.  I know, I know...  Mother of the Year....

So, an hour or two later, I am looking for my phone.  I can't find it.  I checked the chair I napped on, and the couch I sat on, and the table, and the bed, and the kitchen counter, NADA.  Finally, Ronnie got tired of my whining about not being able to find my phone and called it.  I was still looking for it in the kitchen when a clear, LOUD ringing (the theme song from TrueBlood) was coming from the living room.  As I wondered around the usual places looking for it, I realized Ronnie was laughing.  He gestured towards the television, and off I went to discover my phone IN MELLIE'S TOYBOX!  There were only a couple of toys in there, as she had removed MOST of them (I suppose she needed the room for her sippy cups and my phone and other things she enjoys stashing there). 

So, my phone was found, yogurt and cheese were made, and laughs were had all around.  A successful weekend I would say.