Name Recognition

As noted in previous posts, I have recently begun using coupons.  Okay, so I have always used them.  Now I am starting to use them to see some real savings in our monthly expenses.  There is no crazy stockpile of 47 tubes of toothpaste, but there is a lot more variety in the brands we use now.  On some things there will be no compromise, but on some the brand is irrelevant.  Cat litter falls into the later category.  As long as it serves the intended purpose, I don't care what the label says.  At least that's what I thought ...


After cleaning the litter pan, I got distracted.  Surprising how often that happens with three kids!  The container of litter was not put back in the closet, instead left out in the spare room and promptly forgotten about.  Fast forward a few days ...
Coming in from work I am greeted by Diva and Little Man, who seem to be in a contest as to who can talk the loudest and fastest in my direction.  Overstimulation!!!  Tuning out as exhaustion is taking over ...


Diva:  "Momma?"
Me:  "Yes, baby?"
Diva:  "Why do we have new cat litter?"
Me:  "Momma just got what was on sale."
Diva:  "But why is it called Tity Cat"


Hmm, well ... guess we will be returning to the Fresh Step.
And perhaps focusing a little more on our reading!
Lesson learned.

Hair to Dye For

Several months ago, Momma decided it was time for a change.  My hair has been blonde-ish for many years.  As for what my "natural" color is, that is anyone's guess.  Darker than blonde and sprinkled with gray, based on the roots!  So, three kids in and blonde was getting a bit old ... not to mention hard to keep up. 

I left for my appointment, keeping the plan to myself.  I returned home no longer a blonde with 2 inch roots.  In fact, the color was considerably darker than the previously noted roots.  Hubby took it in stride, Baby Boy looked a bit concerned and Diva promptly decided she wanted brown hair, too.

The best response came from Little Man
Little Man:  "Momma, what's wrong with your hair?"  *looking very puzzled*
Momma:  "Nothing baby.  Momma just got it fixed.  It's supposed to be this way."

Now, everytime I come back he greets me with:
"Momma, is that the way it's supposed to look?"

Hmm, not quite a glowing review ... but very much a Little Man response!

Extreme Couponing - K Family Style

I have always been a bargain shopper:

• Clothes are rarely purchased before they reach the clearance rack
• Even then, an additional discount is often used
• Gifts are purchased months in advance to take advantage of sales
• We drove to a neighboring state to buy our car because the price was better

It should come as no surprise that I use coupons.  Extreme couponer, I am not.  But they are a part of most shopping trips.  In fact, they are a bit of a family affair.  Scissor skills are practiced while cutting out coupons.  Lessons on saving are taught in the store.  We even manage to have a little fun in the process.

When time allows, we have a scavenger hunt of sorts with the coupons.  On a recent trip to Target, Daddy was with us.  I don't think he will be volunteering to come again anytime soon.

It went something like this:
Me:  "Okay, take your coupon and see if you can find something that looks like the picture on it"
Diva:  "Mine has bandaids.  I get bandaids!"
Little Man:  "Mine is pink.  I get pink!"
*each kid was helped in selecting the correct item, which they were excited to show off*
Diva:  "Look Daddy, I found bandaids!"
Little Man:  "And I found pinks!" *practically screaming, proudly holding a package of pantyliners*
Daddy:  "You just had to give him that one?!?!"

Well ...