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Tutu is moving this weekend.  G drove to Vegas yesterday afternoon to help them move.  He is taking Big Mochi along.  He says it’s because Tutu will want to see her, but unadmittedly, he can’t bear to be without her for an entire weekend.  That’s fine with me.  I got the Beast the entire weekend and we’ll have some nice mommy/beast bonding time going on. 

Walking to my parking structure after work, I call G.  I hear Big Mochi singing along to Gwen Stefani in the background.  They’re stuck in 5-mph hour traffic because they shut down the 15 at Baker (halfway point from home to Vegas).  What would normally take a little under 4 hours took him almost 8, but they made it safely.  He sounded so exhausted, I didn’t bother to ask how he entertained Big Mochi in the car for all that time.

Meanwhile back at the homefront, Baby Mochi is wondering where her sister and daddy went.  So I told her they went to Las Vegas to visit Tutu.  She repeats my answer in question form (I love that) to confirm and when I agree, she says, “Oh, no!  They forgot!”  So I ask, “What did they forget?”  And she says, “Me and Mommy!”  Awww…

But after the traffic G had to endure, I’m soooooo grateful we weren’t in that car.  I’ll save THAT story for another day…

When Grandma comes to visit, the first thing she does is stock the house with food (cuz you never know who might stop over).  That’s all fine and good, except that she stocks the house with food for the entire neighborhood to last the entire year.  Then we eat out most of the time and she leaves in 3 weeks and we’re gorging ourselves before all the perishables go bad, and then have to be creative to figure out what to do with the 11 cans of tomato soup, 22 snack-sized cups of mandarin oranges, and 3 pounds of bacon. 

One night I walked in the house and said, “Somebody yell out a letter!”  Big Mochi says “P!”  So everything we had for dinner that night had to start with P.  We started off with peas (you gotta start off with the veggies while they’re hungry), microwaved some pizza, drank some punch, and grabbed a handful of pretzels to go with it.  At the end, Big Mochi is giddy and scrounging around in the cupboard and yells, “Mommy!  Can we have some Papplesauce?!”   

Creativity will take you places!

It’s that time again.  I was packing up the old clothes and toys to set out for donation.  You know, they leave those big fliers with the hole so it fits over your doorknob attached to a flimsy plastic bag telling you what date they’ll drive around to pick up your old stuff?  So we got one and I decided to get rid of some clothes that neither mochi will wear anymore, and some toys that they have lost total interest in.   At least, you THINK they lost total interest in it until you start packing it up and all of a sudden, they want to play with that toy NOW because hello?? It’s their favorite toy (even though it’s been lying there untouched for the past 9 months). 

So anyway, I was being grilled by Big Mochi, “Why are you putting those toys in a bag?  What are you going to do with it?  Where are they going?  Is it broken?”  I calmly explain that we’re donating it to charity.  That means giving them away to another kid who might not have toys like these.  Surprisingly, my response was totally acceptable and she went on her merry way. 

A couple of hours later in the car, she brings it up again.  When she’s 10 years old, will we give away her toys to charity that she played with when she was 8?  Yes, probably.  And when she’s 12 years old, will we give away her toys to charity that she played with when she was 10?  Yes, probably.  Do other kids give away toys to charity?  Yes.  Not all, but I would assume a lot do.  Again, satisfaction.

Then later that night while I was giving the mochis a bubble bath, we were talking about what we should do this weekend.  Big Mochi brightens up and asks her little sister, “Hey, do you want to go to Charity’s house?”