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Friday, March 6, 2009

Cowboys & Chocolate

Tessa, one of my very dear and favorite friends, is the editor of the Powell Tribune in small-town Powell, Wyoming. I happen to think she's the very best in the business, but that's another subject.

She recently sent me a profile she just wrote on a ranching cowboy who lives in Meeteetse, Wyoming (population 351). Apparently, this guy is a cowboy by day and a GOURMET CHOCOLATIER by night, and sometimes the other way around.

The article has some hysterical quotes. Check it out:

http://powelltribune.com/index.php/content/view/732/2/

I was most definitely laughing as I read this, but seriously, a cowboy who also makes gourmet chocolate? Could you possibly create a sexier job combination????

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Hallelujah, Jack's a Cleaner!

Over the past few weeks of Jack's life, something has become evident. Now, I realize he's only 15 months old, but I'm trying to think positively. I've come to the conclusion that Jack's a helper, but more importantly, he's a CLEANER.

Here is my evidence:
1. Upon dismounting from his high chair after every meal, he grabs his dish and spoon, pulls down the dishwasher on his own, places them inside (of course in the wrong place, but I haven't had the heart to correct him yet) and then shuts the door, moving along his merry way. If he finds any stray eating utensil on the floor, watch out, errant fork. You're headed for the dishwasher!
2. 3 days ago, I swept the kitchen with my Swiffer sweeper. Jack grabbed it from me and proceeded to Swiffer the whole kitchen. The only reason I stopped him was when he moved on to the carpet.
3. He adores the vacuum. This has been a gradual process, because at first he was terrified of it, but now he loves to press the power button and run away.
4. He lives to put the dirty laundry in the washer and dryer. After slamming the dryer door shut, he usually claps for himself.
5. Yesterday, he grabbed a wet rag off the table and started wiping it down. Can you tell he spends a lot of time with me?
6. Finally, this morning he was playing in the bathroom while I took my shower. I had thrown my running clothes on the floor after getting back from our run and quickly hopped in. After getting out, I looked around for my clothes. Where had he taken them? After a few seconds, the mystery was solved. He had picked up every last article of my running attire and PUT THEM IN THE HAMPER. With the lid back on. I was so proud! :-)

Now, here's the million dollar question: how have I been able to teach Jack in 15 short months to do what his father has not learned in 4.5 years?