Giveaway winner tomorrow. You guys rock. Thank you. I still believe/hope that this is all a matter of silly wording and the law will be re-interpreted or clarified in a way that makes sense. I’m not sure that it’ll happen before February 10, but you never know.
Good news today from the lab that will be testing my products: Because of the nature of my designs, there’s no way to test each color of ink separately. The law requires each component to be tested – which normally means every color of ink – but my work blends the colors a lot and then has a gloss coating on top, so they have to treat it as one component.
So where I was thinking each print or set of flash cards was going to cost $500 to certify, it looks like it’ll be less than half of that.
Which is good because I messed up and forgot to pay my Discover card. They didn’t send my statements for three months, then yesterday I got all three statements in the mail PLUS two late notices. All arrived on the same day. I spent ten minutes tried to figure out how that can happen, and decided to file it under mystifying things that happen to grownups. Rather than think about it very hard, I’m going to use the money I had set aside for multi-component testing to pay off the stupid credit card. Which is perfect, because the money that’s charged on there was all printing of Nerdy Baby ABCs so there’s some kind of symmetry in there somewhere.
In non-boringlogistical news, my children are gross. We’re on the verge of banning Mitten Hand. Totally cute game has now turned into this:
“Hi I’m Mitten Hand. Please give me some candy. And if I don’t like it, I am going to probably throw up all over your hair.” This is Graham talking! Which hooray for syllables and everything but sweet little Graham?
“Okay, here you go!”
“Thank you.” Mitten Hand chews thoughtfully, pauses to consider the texture and flavor of the invisible candy, “Hmmm. I’m not sure I like this candy very much — BLAAAUUUUURRRRRGH HAHAHA HE THREW UP ALL OVER YOUR HAIR.”
“HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA Mitten Hand!”
“Hi. I’m Mitten Hand and you’d better give me a different kind of candy. And if I don’t like it I will throw up in your mouth.”
“Here you go!”
“BLEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH”
The harder I try to ignore it, the worse it gets. Eventually poop and tinkle get involved and boogers and everything horrible they can think of until they’re laughing so hard they can’t breathe and are being so loud and so gross that I finally tell them to stop, only they can’t hear me because they’re laughing and their hands are puking everywhere and oh my god.
They’re boys! And they’re ganging up on you. Good luck banning Mitten Hand. :-)
I’m glad you don’t have to pay as much for testing. But, gawd, I hope they fix the wording in that law soon.
Well, wool seems to be exempt! That’s good news, right? Oh, right. You’re cards aren’t all fuzzy and stuff.
Tell Graham I said awesome work on saying “Blleeeeeeaaaaahhhh!” Takes some tongue and teeth work. Woot!
Yeah, but… poop is FUNNY!
ObAnecdote: I was gently rocking my 2yo to sleep t’other night, singing the mockingbird song to him. Usually it works like a charm (it’s the 1st in a whole medley) but this time he was so overtired and goofy that he started singing along with me instead. It went kinda like this:
Me: Hush little baby, don’t say a word…
Him: Huss baby, doan say word!
Me: Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…
Him: Daddy buy me mockbirdPOOP!
Me: If that mockingbird don’t sing…
Him: If mockbird no sing
Me: Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…
Him: Daddy buy me dimond ringPOOP!
etc.
He stopped after the 3rd verse, which is good because I was about having to stop singing and start cracking up, which would have probably extended bedtime about half an hour…
If you think that game is bad, picture this: Christmas Eve, snow softly falling (seriously, it was :) ), tree lights twinkling, children in their pj’s waiting for Santa, playing a game they named “Butt In Face.” I kid you not and it was played almost exactly how it’s pronounced – one would sit on the floor the other hung their butt off the sofa above them and slowly lowered their butt into the other one’s face (hence the name :D) until the other one screamed BUTT IN FACE!! (the 8 and 5 year old equivalent of “UNCLE” )
I’m also happy to hear that my 5 year old son isn’t the only boy in the world obsessed with the word “POOP” :D
Ahhh, the memories!!
I’d like to think that it’s ‘boy talk’ – but I get that over here with two GIRLS. It’s the age. Fun age that they are at…. all that potty talk gets old and gross :)
Ah, yes, you gotta love the disgusting jokes. When I was babysitting, this little boy was right at the age of the poop jokes and they were NEVER ENDING and vaguely embarrassing to listen to!