Today I tackled the game cupboard. I went through ALL the games and checked pieces. I did a HUGE victory dance when I found EVERY SINGLE PIECE of this game:
We've had this game for 3 years. One of my favorites since childhood, I violently jerk and my heart skips a beat every time when the timer is up and the machine spits the pieces into the air.
Did I mention that we have ALL the pieces? After 3 years? And a cross-state move?
I would say that was a very, very, very well-deserved victory dance.
BUT, for every great victory, there is a great defeat.
This is Paloma's chin:
See that Band-Aid? It's a CVS generic. It's been there for 2 WEEKS AND 4 DAYS, after she fell in the garage and scraped up her chin. The child will not let me anywhere near the band aid. I tried once in her sleep and her Spidey Band Aid sense woke her up and she started Exorcist-style screaming at me. I even think her head spun around, but it was really dark so I'm not 100% sure.
Paloma will only allow Grandma Sandy, my mom's BFF, to remove the Band Aid. My mom is a little put out because only Grandma Sandy is given this privilege. Jimmy was given the Exorcist-style scream when she attempted it.
So my daughter is traipsing all about town with this gross, dirty half-dangling Band Aid on her face. The owie is long healed. She's had about 12 baths, gone swimming 8 times and that darn thing is still hanging there.
I wonder how much CVS would pay to use Paloma as their "Our Band Aids REALLY stick" poster child.