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Hubs won't stop harassing me to start writing again. I just kept putting it off, thinking I didn't have anything worth sharing. Now that I'm working, I don't have all those funny Caleb stories to tell and I can't think of much else to write about. Hubs said I should just start writing, even if it's about my shitty weekend I (literally) had. By the way, if you're trying to lose weight, a 48 hour stomach virus is a great way to start.

Speaking of Caleb, he just started pre-k. Does it make us bad parents for not even remotely feeling sad at the thought of our little boy starting school? The teacher's assistant at open house said "no crying on the first day of school." Hubs and I looked at each other, then at T/A and started laughing. Please tell me we're not the only parents to celebrate the start of school.

We'll probably throw a party when Logan starts school because it will mean we'll be completely out of the baby stage. Poor Logan. He gets the short end of the parent stick. When he starts gagging on cheerios, we just watch him and wait for him to gag it back up - rather than jumping up in a panic trying to help.

Yeah, we'll take that parenting award now, thanks.


It's nice to be back.

Overheard in my house

"Daddy! You have a penis, just like me!"

"Uh, yep. I sure do."

"Mama and Sissy lost their penises."

"Ummmm, I don't think they lost them. Girls just don't have penises. Only boys have a penis."

"Well, that's ok. They can go to the penis store and get a new one!"

Scarring my kids for life

Destroying the play room is hard work for a three year old boy. Like Pend said last month, my kids are going to end up on Oprah talking about me.

I get no respect

We are trying to teach Caleb (number one son) basic manners and, for the most part, he remembers his manners. However, this morning while I was lounging on the sofa bed with the number two son I was suddenly hit in the face with a freezing cold Caprisun pouch. I held it up and looked at Caleb, "What do you want me to do with this?".

"You HAVE to help me. I need juice."

"OK, but what's the magic word?"

Confused look from #1 son - then, "HOCUS POCUS POCUS!"

Good enough.

Time to start a therapy fund....

My kids are going to be so screwed up when they're older.

The other day Caleb, who's 3, came to me and said, "Mama, I fur stink."

Me: "Your fur stinks?"

Caleb: "Yes, I want some juice please."

Me: "My fur stinks too, but I need a bath, not something to drink."

Caleb: "Please can I have some juice? I'm really, really fur stink."

Me: Unable to speak, snorting and laughing

Husband: (listening in the next room and laughing) "You're so awful - get the poor kid something to drink."

Me: "Come on Caleb, let's get you something to drink."

Caleb: "Fank you! Fank you! Fank you!"


Hopefully he's too young to remember that conversation....