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Faulty merchandise

Get ready for this: According to the package for the Fisher Price Piddling
Doll... she's fitted with a magnet and so is her potty, so "There's No Mess!"
She's only supposed to go when she's "Firmly pressed against the back of the
potty." Score one for the kids, because we have foiled yet another "mess-less"
marketing ploy. I'm thinking maybe this is why it was on clearance. Heeeey-
maybe I can get my kids employed as product testers for all the tip-less,
spill-free, unbreakable and otherwise eternity-rated products. In other
faulty merchandise news: My mom's stress test went well, and they did not
uncover any problems with her heart. They've upped her blood pressure medicine,
and it seems to be working. She's also feisty as all get out, so I think she's
on the road back from freak-out land. Thanks for all the good wishes. We'll
need them again as her mammogram appointment gets closer. My blisters have
finally healed after the donut debacle of last week. I get to spend the
afternoon cleaning muddy handprints off of the exterior of my home. The two
oldest must have felt territorial this morning, because they mixed up a mud pie
and proceeded to mark every surface they could reach. I knew I was in trouble
when I saw my son waving at me with his little "toodle-loo" wave and tear off
around the corner of the house. That is a big BIG sign that I need to
intervene. My two oldest are only 17 months apart, and function like the
dynamic duo. That wave was supposed to reassure me that all was well. His mud
splattered hands were a giveaway though. I slowly set my coffee cup down on the
counter, and walked as serenely to the front door as I could. Oh, crud. Every 6
inches of siding there was a muddy paw print. The recycling and yard waste
containers were tagged. The doors, the windows, the swingset, the fence. They
were both beaming at me. Mommy! We made paw prints! Luckily they wash off
with the hose, and it's all outside. It's my bad luck for not watching them
carefully. I was loading the dishwasher and feeding the baby. Playing outside
is better than allowing them watching yet another show on Nick Jr, right? Why
oh why didn't I get a fastidious kid? Probably because the Parenting Gods are
siding with my mom, again. :)