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Park! and the Cutting Board Saga
May. 30th, 2009 09:01 pmThis is the first weekend in months that I haven't had something work-related to do, and it feels a little weird.
Today we went to the super-cool park and rode the mini-train, rented a "surrey" bike, played in the water feature, and hit both playgrounds. It was fun! Nothing incredibly adorable to report, aside from my usual enjoyment of watching my son and my husband doing stuff together--Scott taught the Zweeb today that if he wore his baseball hat and stuck his head under the waterfall thing, the water wouldn't get into his eyes as much. So Z. kept his hat on, and hopefully this time next week we won't have freaky scalp-peeling.
Then we came home and tried to get our very tired boy to continue the nap he began in the car. It didn't work. But Scott passed out for an hour or so--we tried to wake him up, but he wasn't moving.
So back in the day, in a fit of pregnancy-induced paranoia, I made my husband get rid of a wooden cutting board that was, I felt, contaminated with bacteria from a (cooked) turkey. In return for his (relatively) good nature in tossing the thing, I got him a bamboo cutting board that was about the same size (not quite as thick).
Then, about a month ago, faced with Play-Doh and without the time to make a better plan, I sacrificed the large wooden cutting board that we inherited from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doggiesushi and sugarcoatedlie to keep the carpet (somewhat) Play-Doh free. So I got him a wooden cutting board that's about the same size and thickness (but with no little feet).
Yesterday I bathed the boy in the sink. He got our little squirter thing and began hosing down the kitchen. I mopped up (I thought) all of it.
Today I find the new cutting board, which was sitting in the line of (um.) fire, not only cracking along the seams but warped into a shallow U. It rocks, and not in the good way. And the cracks mean I can't make a boat out of it.
I think the next cutting board will be another bamboo one, as I have never had an issue like this with the one we have already.
Today we went to the super-cool park and rode the mini-train, rented a "surrey" bike, played in the water feature, and hit both playgrounds. It was fun! Nothing incredibly adorable to report, aside from my usual enjoyment of watching my son and my husband doing stuff together--Scott taught the Zweeb today that if he wore his baseball hat and stuck his head under the waterfall thing, the water wouldn't get into his eyes as much. So Z. kept his hat on, and hopefully this time next week we won't have freaky scalp-peeling.
Then we came home and tried to get our very tired boy to continue the nap he began in the car. It didn't work. But Scott passed out for an hour or so--we tried to wake him up, but he wasn't moving.
So back in the day, in a fit of pregnancy-induced paranoia, I made my husband get rid of a wooden cutting board that was, I felt, contaminated with bacteria from a (cooked) turkey. In return for his (relatively) good nature in tossing the thing, I got him a bamboo cutting board that was about the same size (not quite as thick).
Then, about a month ago, faced with Play-Doh and without the time to make a better plan, I sacrificed the large wooden cutting board that we inherited from
doggiesushi and sugarcoatedlie to keep the carpet (somewhat) Play-Doh free. So I got him a wooden cutting board that's about the same size and thickness (but with no little feet).Yesterday I bathed the boy in the sink. He got our little squirter thing and began hosing down the kitchen. I mopped up (I thought) all of it.
Today I find the new cutting board, which was sitting in the line of (um.) fire, not only cracking along the seams but warped into a shallow U. It rocks, and not in the good way. And the cracks mean I can't make a boat out of it.
I think the next cutting board will be another bamboo one, as I have never had an issue like this with the one we have already.
