Ali was home alone with the kids this morning when Lowe needed to lay down. Meaning Ouest would be alone for fifteen minutes or so. Ali told her if she needed to use the bathroom to go ahead and do it. So when she came out of Lowe’s room a few minutes later Ouest came bounding up to her to announce that she’d gone potty all by herself. The girl is crazy good. Lowe will probably be in diapers until he’s five just to punish us for our good fortune.
We received the wonderful news that our credit card was once again making the rounds. This time, after treating someone to a night in a Puerto Vallarta hotel it traveled over to the Yucatan Peninsula and purchased a new set of car rims. Dubs I think the kids are calling them these days. I hope they got the spinners too. Those are so dope.
This marks the third time this year, though now we know without a doubt that it is the fine crooks over at National Car Rental that are ripping us off. We use our credit card so little that it’s pretty obvious when every time our card gets stolen the last legitimate charge on it was from National.
In addition to being criminals selling our credit card info they once even tried to overcharge me ten dollars for a car by scribbling in a new amount on a rental contract. I had my copy of the original that clearly showed the quote before they had added a couple of loopy lines to the two to make it a three. I complained about that one with corporate and was basically told to quit my whining because I ended up paying the right amount anyway.
Thing that sucks is that they are by far the easiest car rental company for us to use, with locations in our three main spots, the boat, downtown, and occasionally Sayulita. Anyway, I guess we’re officially done with them.
Ouest and I went to Pepe’s to pick up lunner today. Mmmm Pepe’s. While we were waiting we walked around the block and stopped at a little juice stand where we each got a glass of the agua de fresa. A strawberry water concoction that tastes like a melted milkshake, but a hundred times better. I guess deep down I should have known that there had to be a reason something could taste that good. Floating chunks of strawberry do not automatically indicate a healthy juice.
Skip ahead three hours to Ouest doing belly flops in the bathtub. Then again to her acting hysterical over me not wanting her to wear a certain pajama top (way too warm). Then to her singing the whole while I was trying to read her goodnight books. It was pandemonium around here compared to our normal nice quiet nighttime routine. I honestly don’t know how parents can willingly give their kids candy. Them people be nuts. Do kids develop an immunity to it, or do the parents develop an immunity to their crazy kids?