Derp the First: The first day of the most recent snowstorm, LN came to me after a walk and told me that her phone had stopped working. She didn't remember dropping it, but the screen was a lot more cracked than it should have been. It also seemed as though it had reset itself, with the last calls recorded made back in May. No calls or texts would go out or come in, and it wouldn't even connect to the Wifi. It was a dead parrot. I spent a fair amount of (unsuccessful) time on the phone with tech support, and eventually even they threw their hands in their air in surrender. I found it strange that the 16 gig micro-SD had disappeared, but assumed it had fallen out when the phone was (obviously) dropped. They volunteered to send a replacement phone, as long as we sent back the other (non-functional) phone. So we waited for that to arrive in the snow-slowed mail. At least, we did until I went into the garage, and discovered that the phone we were trying to make work was her OLD phone, which we had replaced in, say -> May of last year? LN's main comment: "Ah - that's why it looked so familiar." My thought: "I *knew* that she had a Samsung, and that the LG was weird."
Item the second. Took Fi down to Galloway to meet with potential preschool teachers Saturday AM. Our plans to go get lunch with a friend of LN were derailed when LN's keys went missing. Kids were already in the carseat, so we left them there with snacks as we emptied her car. We spent about 45 minutes looking for them at the school, then drove home and back to get the spares (one of which will be in the other car from now on, believe you me.) Got back, spent another 15 fruitless minutes looking for them, then headed home. I even lifted the carseat out, on the off chance that the baby carrier had eaten them. Turns out I should have lifted the BABY out -> apparently Baby Brother spent about 2 hours keeping Mommy's keys warm with his butt. Good news -> we found them. Bad news: covered in Cheerios and masticated Veggie straws.
Lighter note: Got a digital scale to find out how much weight I'm not losing. Nice thing is it allows me to figure out how big the kids are. So Lach is 22 pounds, and Fi is 33. That's 55 pounds of kids we're responsible for. Whoa. (i know that gets LN right in her Eleven-loving heart.)