So this is what it's like to be famous

Okay, so I have no idea what it's like to be famous. We definitely are not famous, BUT I felt famous this morning.

The day started as usual, the cat yeowling outside our door for some attention, the babies giggling and singing and then, 4 seconds later, screaming to eat, a toddler toe nearly up my nostril (snuck in again), and my husband snoring. I tackled the double feeding this morning and spent time thinking about how overwhelming and crazy yesterday was--- we were on the news. WE WERE ON THE NEWS. What would that mean for us today?

As soon as Lili trotted into the living room declaring "Pooped", I showed her our video. Well- I changed her first, THEN I showed her the clip. I don't think she liked seeing herself on screen because she declared it "Boring" and then closed the computer.

I told Lili that we had over $1,000 dollars on our YouCaring site and she started spinning in circles and then ran for her (okay, truth be told, a share is held by each girl) piggy bank. "Try get new house, Mom?" She makes my heart melt. She asked to go to the bank to give her money for our new house. That and to get a hot chocolate and play with toys... but whatever, what a kind soul she already is!

We obviously need to take the pointer everywhere now to ask "What's that?" while pointing at exciting things like rocks and fire hydrants. She also dresses herself these days-- and thank you Aunties for the ridiculous clothes she can pair together like these fine troll pants and Willie Nelson tee.A couple at the bank had a real good laugh at her expense.

So, while I'm standing at the bank wondering if anyone recognizes us from the news, it occurred to me: I should probably shower and get ready for the public now. Oops- lesson learned.

We head over to the gas station to cash in a winning $5.00 lottery ticket a family member donated, and a man behind us handed Lili* another dollar!!! Dude! Thanks!!! 

*This reminded me of the time I took Lili to the bar, Paulie's Pub, when she was 6 months old (hey, I was with a coworker who was taking me out for food!!!), and a sweet old man sitting behind us gave me $2.00 to put in her piggy bank. I hope this means my girl will not have money worries in the future... I also hope random men giving her money is not part of her career, though...

So, we're home and I just get done changing the 3rd poopy diaper of the day and am filming this cute 

video when our doorbell rings.

I peek outside and think "Oh, that must be the new landlord" and brace myself. When I open the door I see a man holding a Sendik's bag and a dollar. "Come on in!" I say. "Oh... okay, why not!" he replies.

He is not my landlord.

Turns out he is a neighbor from a couple streets away who saw our blog (I shamelessly posted on the NextDoor app- thanks Jackson Park neighborhood, you rock!) and popped by to give us a dollar AND some sourdough bread. "I hear your husband likes to bake." 

What?!?! Aaron was in the shower and I barged in to tell him what happened... "What do you mean some guy just showed up?" I tell him the story and he responds, "Well, did you give him a beer?" I did not... I was so taken off guard, but I did tell him we'd drop off some bread next time Aaron made a loaf ;) I guess we (and I mean Aaron) better prepare some bottles of beer in case we have more guests.

I'm in the safety of the house now, but Aaron is out driving for Uber. I wonder if he'll have some crazy stories to come home with??? Stay tuned, folks.