Toilet paper woes

At one point in our married life, Dominic and I decided on one brand of toilet paper so we wouldn't have to choose each time we went to the store. We tried several different brands and selected our favorite, which happened to be more expensive than cheap. And we were happy.

Our children grew and were potty trained. They could never figure out how much toilet paper to use. Very often I would find piles of toilet paper strewn about the floor. Add to that a toddler who thinks it's fun to watch the paper stream off the roll.

I finally had enough. I took all the nice toilet paper and hid it in my bathroom and put a more economically priced toilet paper in the kids' bathroom. Lo and behold, the paper stayed on the roll. All the annoying things the children had been doing suddenly stopped. It was amazing, miraculous, and wonderful.

Well, over this weekend we ran out of the cheap paper, and I had to give them the nice stuff. Wouldn't you know it? Tonight I found a pile of the nice toilet paper strewn across their bathroom floor.

The Beached Whale Baker

L-R: Samuel, Me, Lisy, Benjamin and Rachel at Downtown Disney on New Year's Eve.

So it has been a little while since my last post. Life has been a bit busy. To sum up life since my last post: Lisy turned 3, we went camping a couple of times, attended a wedding, bought a house and got a cat, visited family and had family visit, and spent Christmas vacation in California for Dominic's schooling. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that I'm pregnant with baby #5.

I am in my third trimester, which I affectionately call "the beached whale stage," because I feel huge and don't have the energy to do anything. However, my nesting instinct has kicked in. I want to bake. A lot.

Since coming home about 2 weeks ago, I've baked bread (3x), muffins, cookies, brownies, and more casseroles than usual. Somehow I haven't been able to keep up on the laundry or house cleaning, but we've all been well-fed.