Try New Things

This is the simple mantra we use to chide Lula into tasting new foods. It has seeped into my lexicon and I hear it in my head on the rare occasion I am actually in a situation where what I am about to experience could be filed under "new". Dooce recently started making recommendations. First a movie. It didn't blow my doors off, honestly. Second a soap. Looks good, smells okay, seems to be working. If she told me to jump of a cliff, at this point, I just might.

In addition, the lemming in me can't learn to NOT take the kids with me to the grocery store. And to pour salt, I take them to super stores. Food just isn't enough. Add toys, DVDs, bikes and bathroom accessories! And each time as we enter the automatic doors I hear the little voice say: This time it will be different. This time you will NOT get stressed out.

But they had to go and add aisles and aisles of Halloween Decorations, didn't they? By the time my blood pressure started going up I had lowered my expectations to getting enough items to be able to cook dinner that night and having staples to be able to make school lunches for part of the week. In case you are still searching, lowering your expectations is the secret to happiness.

When we finally made it to the check out line, I am able to survey the food items the girls have thrown into the cart. Lula's contrbution was Goober Grape. I remember the first time I saw this blended concoction on the shelf, not for me I immediatly thought. But this morning after school drop-off, the gym and a successful phone interview, Goober hit the spot. I highly recommend.