Friday, February 8, 2008

All you moms out there, pee before you read this!

My cousin Ben showed this to Thomas, who showed it to me. Enjoy the education.

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

How Computer Guys Play Legos

My boy and his cousin were playing legos on my husband's day off. Daddy is a big boy at heart, and made up an adventure game for them to play. His next day off, all those ideas that had been percolating spewed forth. He made a full-on, complicated game complete with spreadsheets. Yes, spreadsheets. They took up the entire front room. I had to beg for a cushion on the couch, and a place to put my feet. Thomas was very aggrieved to give up the play space. I curled up there on my perch and read a good book. Then I slept. Then I woke up and read some more. They were still setting up. In all, it took them about 5 hours to set the game up. You read that correctly. FIVE HOURS. Then they played it for an hour. Most of the kids had long since lost patience and went somewhere else to play. In the end, it was just my sweet husband and Thomas playing. The next day, the kids asked to play it again. My husband, with a quick glance at me, jumped in with "I don't think so, I don't think your mom could take it." Smart man, very smart man.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Midol, How do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways...

I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy bloated tummy can reach, when feeling out of sorts.
I love thee to the length and distance my children have to run
to escape when they hide from me in the tree fort.
I love thee smoothly, as smooth as the creamy chocolatethat becomes my link with sanity.
I love thee dreamily, on those days when only napsMake me fit for exposure to humanity.I love being a woman. It's just not fair that we get all the fun and men have to miss out.

Monday, February 4, 2008

My Moral for the Week

When life gives you mutilated bread.......

Make croutons.
So let it be written, so let it be done.