And would you believe the Terrible Twos are in full swing?

Well HELLO United States! I wrote down where everyone was from (DORK!) (except those of you who didn't TELL ME, possibly because some of you were all, "She already KNOWS where I live" but whatever, you were lazy, I was lazy too, I left you out) thinking there might be some kind of... I don't know. Correlation! Pattern! Clear representation! Except: most decidedly not. You are from EVERYWHERE, with Florida and Texas being the tiniest of stand outs. Interestingly enough, those are the only two states in which I stubbornly refuse to reside. It's nothing personal Florida and Texas, it's your stifling so-thick-you-can-chew-it heat. I'll take my gray dreary rain, thankyouverymuch.

(Note: I spent a handful of days trapped in DisneyWorld while my dad attended a conference, age twelve or thirteenish. MISERY, but, it's true indignant Floridians, I haven't spent enough time to REALLY know. But! Until I was a Grown Up I spent a week every summer splashing in my grandparents' condo pool in Dallas, Texas. My memories of Dallas, Texas are 90% wall of heat that flattens you the minute you step out of the airport, 10% smell of stale air conditioned hotel rooms.)

Anyway. Thank you. That was rather enlightening. But where are my locals, eh? Maybe you DO live down the street from me and you are as mortified by this as I am! Although it's possible that the only locals reading my website are people I already KNOW. For example! Today I was at a kiddie birthday party and the dad of the birthday girl announced that his wife reads my blog "every! day!" and he said this in front of all the party goers and, okay, it's not like the blog is a SECRET. Duh. BUT STILL. Must we advertise the dorkness? Sigh. Where am I going with this? I don't know.

Phillip is behind me in the kitchen making our dinner while I hammer out my TOTALLY NONSENSICAL NONLINEAR THOUGHTS and holy cats those mushrooms stink. No really. They stink so bad that when Phillip got home from the grocery store he made me smell the plastic bag to see if I smelled what he smelled. Which would be pot! Why did our groceries smell like pot?! And then, ten minutes later, we realized we were smelling the mushrooms (shiitake) and duuuude I do not know about tonight's batch of stirfry.

OH SO ANYWAY. I was also a little unnerved to see the few of you who admitted to being even more stats stupid than me. I mean, do you guys REALIZE how much time you could be wasting? Check out this little thing called Google Analytics if you've got an extra weekend, or if you use Feedburner, dive into THOSE numbers for a while. My obsession began with statcounter.com, a site that made my eyes cross on a near-daily basis during my working days. Typepad has a very basic stats page, but I know a lot of you use Blogger so, uh, good luck with that! Have fun! Don't say I didn't warn you!

But do you know what I really opened this Compose Window to say? I FOUND A KITCHEN! For Jack, not for me. I like my kitchen. But Jack's kitchen is almost as awesome as mine. For the longest time I was deciding between this kitchen and this one, mulling and mulling, and not buying anything because there was too much wrong with both of them. I loved the look of the wooden one, but I wasn't sure it had enough stuff to do and the plastic one was, well, UG. LEE. I'd almost decided to go with the plastic kitchen, seeing as how it is a GIFT for my PRECIOUS BOY whose opinion should matter the MOST, but I couldn't make myself do it. So tonight I decided that I would buy a kitchen that is 1) twice as much as I hoped to spend and 2) about six inches too long for the place I planned to put it. BUT THESE ARE JUST DETAILS. We're hopeful that this kitchen isn't just a toy, but an INVESTMENT, and we've already discussed moving the furniture for the umpteenth time in order to accomodate a larger play area. See? ENTIRELY justifiable! Now I just have to figure out how to get it here in time for his birthday. Which is in two weeks. OMG PEOPLE I WILL HAVE A TWO YEAR OLD IN TWO WEEKS ACK ACK. 

Comments

[Lindsay]

Oh my word. That kitchen actually makes me want a child just so I can buy it. A lazy susan on the side? A laundry area? So cool.

[Tara]

I blame you for the fact that I am now lusting over a pretend kitchen. THANKS.

(SO cute)

[anonymous]

Hey, I'm a local! I don't live down the street, though I worry that I'll run into you one day and say something like, "Hey, I know you! I read your blog!" and freak you out. :) That would be awkward.

[Lindsay]

Cuuuute. :o)

I am obviously not a local, but everyone and their brother keeps trying to convince me to move to the Seattle area due to the fact that I cannot handle the sun or heat or cold. But of those three, I can handle the cold the best. There's no limit to how much one can put on. There are limits as to how much one can take off, though. Hmm. But, yeah. Also, coffee. I love coffee. Who knows. Maybe I'll end up on the opposite coast eventually.

[el-e-e]

Oh, I have always thought it's the Terrible Ones. The twos for us were cute, actually. I have a weeee play kitchen for KT and she's already putting the frying pan on the stove. squeeee!

And I didn't officialy sign in, but Hollah from Georgia! And guess where else I've lived in my life? Florida and Texas, that's RIGHT. (Don't live there now, you'll notice. HEAT WALL is part of my grandparents-related memory of Dallas, as well... not to mention the entirety of my high school years in FL.)

[Kels]

I am from Florida too! I forgot to tell you. Very sorry for this!

Cute kitchen!

[Lisa]

Sorry, I've been kind of ignoring my computer for a few days. We live in Southern Indiana. I think you might have to add us to your "will-not-live-there" list, because we have something like two weeks of Spring and Fall, and the rest of the year seems extreme. Freezing cold or sweltering and humid. The humid part is the worst. It's been in the 80s the last few days, and pretty close to ideal for me except for the pollen. OMG THE POLLEN! It was windy, blowing it all around, and we were doing an outdoor project, so now I've got watery eyes and itchy throat and a wicked sneezing problem. So even our two weeks of Spring...not always the most enjoyable.

[Jess]

OMG that kitchen is so cute. I want it. For myself.

[Jen]

Would it be wrong of me to buy that kitchen now for my four month old and just play with it myself until she's old enough?

Now, I am one of your Florida ones, and we just consider summer to be "winter" and we do not go outside. Then while the rest of the country freezes, I walk around with no socks and t-shirts! But yes, Florida in the summer is horrible. (But not NEARLY as bad as Houston, Texas, where I lived for four years growing up.)

[Liz]

Cute kitchen - nice find! I can't wait to "drink" the "coffee" that Jack makes.

[Christiana]

The trick to living in FL is to live in a coastal area - like Tampa Bay (me) instead the center of the state that has no sea breeze. I won't say it doesn't get hot (oh my goodness, yes!) but it's not nearly as bad. Come visit me and I'll show you. :)

I want to get Caroline a little plastic playhouse like they have in the nursery at church, which she LOVES, but 1. I can't find one I can afford (I need to check out the cheaper consignment shop near my work) 2. I have no idea where we would put it.

[Elsha]

Ah yes, Texas does get a little warm. Although, I live in west Texas so the humidity is not nearly as bad as most of the state. And actually, it doesn't really get hotter here than it did where I grew up in western Colorado.

That kitchen is so adorable that I may need to show it to the grandparents as a possible Christmas gift. 18 months would be old enough for that right?