Beef with Pretzels

I have a bone to pick with the Pretzel store in Haywood Mall. (Not Annies . . .the other one that is trying to BE Annies).  On Mother's Day, Lola and I ventured to the mall together for a little mother-daughter shopping.  Since I inherited a rare gene from my own mother which causes me to instantly break out in stress-induced hives and start complaining at the THOUGHT of a mall - I figured I should expose Lola early in order to build up her immunity.  

So at the end of a rather exhausting trip (for shoes and bras, for her and me, respectively of course) we decided to share a pretzel from the Pretzel Maker.  I asked the teenager working the counter (very politely) if I could have a cup of tap water - to which she replied "we don't have tap water."

Correction.  You DO HAVE tap water.  I can see a sink behind that counter of yours, and I'm fairly confident it works.  The fact that you don't SELL tap water is a bit silly if you ask me.  I'll pay for the cup.  I'll even pay a small amount for the water that flows freely out of the faucet 3 feet behind you.  But don't make me buy an marked-up bottle of water for $2.50 when you have cups, ice, and tap water within arms reach.  Hmph. 

Water fun

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Puppies

We thought Lola was pure genius when she started identifying every dog on the street and saying "puppy" each time she saw one. But today when I turned on the tv it was on a show featuring angry lions viciously and aggressively fighting with each other, as Lola squealed in delight, "puppies!" I guess we still have to work to do on that one.


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Allow me to introduce

. . . The newest member of our household, "Fishie." Or, as I like to call him "lessupkeepthanapuppy."

My morning errand

I'll just come right out and say it. I have serious concerns about the people who patronize this CVS. A gentle hand washing reminder is one thing, but when you have to explicitly remind people to put trash in the trash can and flush the toilet - you have officially left the realm of the civilized. We won't even get into the grammatical errors.









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And I almost forgot . . .

She's full-on walking now.  Everywhere. 
Since Monday, April 25.

Lola's Vocabulary

New words (and a few I may have already mentioned)
Mommy
Daddy
Puppy
Kitty-Kitty
Bubbles
Bath
Ball
Cookie
Fishie
Map (Thanks, Dora!)
Hi
Bye-Bye
Nigh-Night
No
Uh-Oh
Side (means "outside" . . . . I'm pretty sure she learned this from Reid while we were at the shore)
Boom (said after falling)
Go, Go, Go (usually said in a very loud voice)
Poppy (or maybe this is just another version of "puppy," we can't be sure)
GiGi
Hi, Tony