Pbttt. Snork. Pbttt.

This is probably the only thing that helps keep infant colds at bay:
http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/detail?prodid=109566&deptid=2609&catid=2610&subcatid=2643

I no longer worry about losing my keys, toys, my mind....because they are all stuck to me in a gooey mass.

In case you are interested, my right shoulder is the appropriate one for wiping your nose on. Probably the reason most pirates have their parrots there....they won't fly away. There's no way on this earth they could.

I think I heard Harry asking Allison this morning just to please go back to pulling his fur and stop trying to use him as Kleenex.

Quick Note

1) If you end up "sleeping" in the car with Adventure Sport Allison after midnight, her happy squeals of joy will set off a Volkswagon's car alarm if it is parked catty-corner to you. Twice.

2) If you use your husband's keys while driving "your" van (re: the company vehicle), be sure that you can't accidently shift your knee and drive his thumb drive into the key. While going 80 mph. On I-74. In the fast lane. It tends to turn the van off and into "Accessory Power Mode."

Dead French Guys and Rodents

So we have one squirrel in particular that frequents our backyard, and spends quality time hanging out on our decks. In fact, he must think he's a cat in the same way Truman thinks he's a squirrel since he'll lay across the upstairs deck's bannister in the same way that Truman will lay in the window a few feet away. What's amusing about this guy is that he has a really scraggly tail, is really skinny...and has an amazingly big package. Which you can see when he stretches to get up on the roof, right at eye level as you innocently try to walk through the dining room. For this, I have named him Balzac.

The advantage...

...to painting your children's nursery spring-booger green, is that if they sneeze on the walls (which they are certain to have our allergies), it won't matter at all =).

My Proudest Moment of the Week:

I managed to buy blueberries from a very nice Amish guy without telling him the "How do you make a Mennonite go crazy? Tell him to go pee in the corner of his barn (since their barns are round) joke." Ahhh.

Thoughts from today:

I'm either going to helmet or leash Al. Adam suggests helmet, since she'd eat the leash.

I am going to make Jenna a weeble-bottomed suit.

I had to call Animal Control to come have a talk with our neighbor about their walking potato of a dog and his affinty for being in our garage, peeing. When he's not crapping in our yard. Or sitting in the road or our driveway. When he's not peeing on my flowers (six dead so far this year).

Either Allison's been mastrubating, or we really need to vacuum under the table (hairy palms).

Off to change her. Again. Green beans in, green beans out.

Hmm.

What the Hell? How can Allison pee out of the back of her diaper, wetting her onesie halfway up the back without it going anywhere else?

(Time passes)

And again! How can she keep doing this??

(Little bit of time passes, haven't changed her yet)

Oh. 'Cause Jenna is sucking on the back of her every chance she gets. Guess that makes Jenna a back biter, huh?

Things I've Learned.

1. If we are going to Tennessee, absolutely nothing will prevent us from leaving at noon. Not packing the night before, not planning to leave by nine, we will always leave at noon (this has happened four times now =) - sometimes even intentionally!)
   
2. If we are driving east on I-64 in Kentucky, it will rain so hard that frogs may be even be falling, though it's raining too hard to tell.
   
3. If we are driving south on I-75, we will hear the emergency broadcast system break-in at least once. This time it was only a Severe Thunderstorm warning - from an area we had even passed through!
   
4. My dad will do anything to get out of coming up when I hatch a kid - he blew out his "good" knee in VA on Thursday, so he'll be at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville this afternoon seeing when the next replacement will be. I hope he got a punch card - fill it out and he gets an oil change or a blood transfusion for free or something =)
   
5. Al and Jenna have amazing vocal ranges. Also, it takes at least three times as long to go somewhere on season than it does off season. Al and Jenna are only happy when the van goes at least 45 mph. Sigh.
   
6. It is possible to function without sleep for four days. Adam, the girls and myself are proof. The longest they slept the whole time was two hours. Wee! When we put them in the car to head out yesterday (my dad left early, and we did too), they fell asleep, and we actually had to stop for gas hours away before they woke up. And then they fell asleep again, waking up about Harrodsburg.
   
7. Jenna loves to swim!! Movies will be up later today (once Adam wakes up)
   
8. If you leave your purse in a hotel room, it's really hard to use the Subway card that's almost full for dinner on the way home.
   
9. If the kids are happy: Eville-Pigeon Forge takes just at 7 hours with one stop (aside from pulling over to hop in the backest seat to feed them once). If they are cranky, 10+ hours and four stops. And the Tennessee Welcome Center closes its restrooms at night, as an FYI.

It's a little hard to see...

...from this angle, but both of their rear-ends are about 6" in the air. Life imitating art?

Band Nerd

I've finally figured out what studying woodwinds and brass for 15 years has gotten me: The ability to zrbert for long periods of time.

Although you know it's been a really long day when your zrberting muscles ache.

Food and air hockey

The previous pictures were brought to you by:

• Two containers of bananas
• One container of sweet potatoes
• One container of peaches
• Two bottles
• One bath
• One hour of screaming because slow mom couldn’t reload the spoon fast enough. (You know, since one hand had a bottle in the other’s mouth =))

By the way...since food got everywhere, I actually just picked them up, feeding chairs and all, and plopped them (sans diaper) in the tub.

Did you know feeding chairs can float just a little?

It was a lot like washing two cats on an air hockey table

Eerie

Is this what they are going to look like in 20 years? Allison falling asleep studying and Jenna waking up next to some strange guy after a fit of binge eating and drinking?

Damn you, Gary Gygax

Mom, when do know when you are ready to have sex?

When your boyfriend burns his Monster Manual, honey. Make sure it's his, and make sure you watch.

Friday Highlights

Our story begins when our heroine, after driving her daughters through torrential rains and grumpy fits for four hours returns home and starts to feed them. Again. The Hunter/Gatherer returns home to have his daughters thrust at him, while our heroine retreats to the bedroom to have a snack and enjoy a few minutes of solace before making dinner. The Hunter/Gatherer procedes to feed his daughters bottles and something sticky (applesauce?).

Our heroine has just climbed into bed. Her trusty gray cat has assumed his position with his rear end approximately 6" from her face. As her eyes were closing, she notices the pale yellow/white tube-like thing protruding from said asshole. Eyes snap open, procedes to carry trusty gray cat, ass first, downstairs towards the Hunter/Gatherer.

After changing the litter, the Hunter/Gatherer proclaims there not to be any worms. We procede to prompt the gray cat to make haste (yelling "Poop! Damn you!" doesn't work really well, but amused said daughters).

As our heroine researches various worms and parasites, the decision is made to just wait it out a little. Our heroine retreats back upstairs, the Hunter/Gatherer back down to the girls. Our heroine climbs back into bed, eyes about to shut, when the trusty gray cat assumes the position. Our trusty heroine decides she is not in the mood to wait, so, gray cat ass-forward in tow, she seeks out the Hunter/Gatherer.

Bravely, the Hunter/Gatherer starts the extrication process while our heroine holds down the trusty gray cat, who really isn't fussing that much. Do to limited visability, our heroine cannot see what is happening down cat, but can see the amused/horrified/impressed look on the Hunter/Gatherer's face.

Apparently, the trusty gray cat decided it would be a good idea to eat....a bristle from a kitchen broom. A corn broom. With about 12-18" bristles. At least it came out in one piece.

As the Hunter/Gatherer goes off to wash his hands for 20 minutes, our heroine goes down to rescue a screaming child. Only to find that the Hunter/Gatherer had made a couple of tragic flaws:

1. Not washing the older daughters hand as well as he could have
2. Giving said daughter a large, black, skunk puppet to play with.

Our heroine hauls the elder daughter back up to the kitchen sink, where she spends the 15 minutes dehairing her daugther. Think of a furry tarbaby, and you have the idea. Nothing quite like hosing down a grinning, excited sugar fiend with black fur stuck to her face. And hands. And feet. And neck. And somehow in her diaper.

Approximately an hour and a half after our heroine tries to retreat to her bedroom, her eyes finally close. In bed, even.

So....

....when I have one of my huge sneezes, think Jasper's wang flops up and down?

(PS> I'll never forget that there was a training folder that predated me at the Library that had instructions for using the Wang. Those were about the only training materials I could find.)

As a side note, my mom always swore she wouldn't ground me, but legally have my name changed to Lena if I deserved it. That would have made me Lena Lynn Lema until I was 18. Made me a goody two-shoes in high school is what it really did =)

The Series Has Landed

Okay, the blog has landed (sorry Futurama). I'll get this thing kicking as time allows!

Update. Praise Buddha.

WE HAVE A TOOTH!!!!

Al screamed one out yesterday. Jeebus. It wasn’t until I gave up and stuck a finger in her mouth (okay, honestly...to try to muffle the screaming) that I noticed it. She just gave me the look of “it’s about bloody time you noticed” and was pretty happy after that. Jenna spent about an hour looking at her like she was nuts. Harry even tried to calm her down. Not so sure how petting her head (I think with a nail out) was supposed to help – it’s how he pets me – but he laid down next to her and put a leg over hers and went to sleep. Only 39 left!

And we are down to only about a foot of our big tree left in the front yard. Aside from the enormous brush pile along the road, of course. Adam had almost sawed the tree through when I started getting nervous. Since we didn’t have any rope (or a truck) to tie to the tree to guide it, we would have just had to hope for the best if it went towards Adam or the house. And the fact that the neighbors would only watch from across the street – with the twins – didn’t help my nerves. Luckily, I had a call back (finally) about coming to do an estimate earlier in the day, and I called him back about 5:30. He just laughed, and said he’d eat dinner and swing by with a chainsaw and some rope. By 7:30, the tree was down. Hurrah! It was good he came, too...the tree was probably too top heavy to fall the way we wanted, so he climbed up with his leg spikes and cut a bunch free so it wouldn’t tip backward. The girls and I watched from inside out their window...and we all noticed that for a Republican (I think he is, at least...on Bloomington town council, maybe?), he’s got a really nice caboose. Plus he tied the top of the tree to a wench on his truck (even though it was on the front, it wasn’t masthead...just a plain old metal wench) and pulled it before the last saw swipe. Good we just took it out too...it was dead to the ground in the middle. Pain in the ass tree. Next time, I’ll burn a tree first =)

This is the sum total of the interesting things in my life.

We’ll find out tomorrow if Jasper is a boy or a girl....at the rate it’s going, it’s going to be a yeti based on the amount of heartburn. Take a look at Al if you think that’s just a wives’ tale =)I’ll be honest. I need human interaction. Tall humans. That can feed themselves. We never did go out for Ashley’s birthday...want to try again? I’m all good for somewhere cheap too – no worries out of me!Damn. Crying. They’ve been up since 4:30a. Gots to go!

Really amusing. From the back of June's Martha Stewart Living.

At least I wouldn't have to worry about the girls dropping toys out of the stroller:
http://www.midnightpass.com/kidodepetst.html

Baby-proofing may have just gotten easier:
http://www.midnightpass.com/kien.html

I bet Child Protective Services would write a whole new set of "Sweeny Clarifications" to their existing rule book =)

Orange boogers are completely normal.

If you just fed Al sweet potatoes for the first time. For both the infant and her mom. I thought I'd be slick and keep her in her terry union suit while I fed her, since I had had the mouth-toe-nose experience last time I tried something new.

Let's just say that terry cloth is more aborbant, thus can hold more potatoes than plain flesh-covered toes can hold slobber.

And have I mentioned that I've developed calluses on the inside of my flipping off fingers from burping the girls?

Week in Review

Sunday
12:30a Woke up not feeling so hot
1:00-2:30a Pray alternatively for life or death
2:30a Manage to crawl upstairs enough to yell for Adam
2:30-2:45a Debate miscarriage vs. intestinal distess vs. calling an ambulance
2:45a Pass out in front of downstairs toliet
2:50a Come to, reflecting on the merits of cold tile
3:00-4a Chill on the floor with pillows and blanket whilst Adam looks up things on WebMD while bouncing and feeding shorter girls.
4:00a Determine I'm going to live, crawl to bed under two comforters
8:00a Prepare for Dadageddon
11:30a Dad arrives 30min early

Visit with dad, cook and wait on him hand and foot untill 11p

Monday
5:45a Girl o'clock
7:30a Truman hurls by dining room table, and aims and fires downstairs. Wearing his Queen Anne collar. Which he shakes when I try to get it off him. Decide to wake Adam
7:45a Dad awakes
8:00a Make breakfast, resume hand and foot routine
8:00-10a Girls shriek, cry, and fuss, dad sits on ass 7 feet away ignoring them on his computer 10:00a Blow up at dad, clean kitchen
10:00-11:00a Dad sulks, wash girls
11:30a Dad picks up a girl independently for the first time
1:00p Manage to bathe self and hed out for lunch/errands
2:00p Jenna chucks a spoon halfway across Steak and Shake, Al sleeps through entire meal 4:00p Dad decides he's coming don with something, and probably shouldn't handle the girls 5:00p Dad backs out of Chicago trip, scurry to cancel suite reservation downtown for something out in the burbs

Tuesday
12p Head to Chicago
8:45p Find hotel, settle in
10:00p Girls crash
10:30p We crash
11, 1, 3, 5a Allison wakes up; Adam spends quality time in the lobby watching the Pope stuff with Al in his pjs trying to let me have a good night's sleep
4:30a Jenna wakes up and has breakfast 5:00a Excited to have dad up and Al for company, Jenna starts shrieking. Adam moves them to the bathroom, shuts the door and runs the coffee maker, shower and sink trying to keep them from waking up the rest of the hotel
10:30a Make it to the Navy Pier. Adam tries to nap in van since girls were quiet (and he couldn't find any bullrushes to leave Jenna in). I find my room (just short of the ligthhouse), start freaking out, and find Mountain Dew and snacks.
11:00a Meet cool people in the hall, wait and wait and play "guess that person's profession"
11:30a Start the warm up and the test. There were probably 120-150 taking the test in my session. Of the 50 questions, I answer about 90% (you only had 8 seconds to answer), knowing about 30 of them and guessing on the rest.
12:30p Tests are graded, they keep the top six people only (not me
=) ) But I got a cool Jeopardy pen!! Hunt down Adam and the girls, eat a fancy lunch at McDonald's
2:18p Head out of Chicago (I'm driving since Adam slept about an hour and a half). Realize that one of the "To I-290 signs was missing. Cruise downtown until we find familiar roads (map is the Cruiser, of course)
3:00p Get stuck in traffic. With 42 miles to go in the gas tank (love that gadget)
3:30p Find exit. Pump fast (it's about 50 out with a huge wind), manage to leave with all four hubcaps and no one asking how much for the women
4:30p Leave the Western Suburbs, starts to rain.
4:45p-8:00p Strong thunderstorms
8:45p Make it home. Get girls out and to bed, contemplate dinner.
8:46p Girls wake up, dad realizes we are home
9:00p Find four piles of Truman hurl
9:30p Attempt to eat sandwiches. I got a half down before Jenna erupted again.
9:45p For a change of pace, find toes in a pile of Truman hurl
10:45p Give up, take Jenna on road trip to Marsh. Put remaing sandwich by door while I find keys
10:45:30p Harry sucks turkey from sandwich
11:45p Return home with sleeping Jenna, attempt more food
11:50p Find another Truman hurl

Thursday
12:00a Jenna wakes up
12:10a Al wakes up
12:20a Give up and give them tylenol.
12:35a Both girls fall out asleep
12:45a Watch a couple of minutes of TV, see commercial for the birth control patch. Mention that I'd like to go on the pill, but I wouldn't mind picking some of those up to chew like bubble gum just in case
3:45a Al wakes up, feed her, back to swing in 30 minutes
6:30a Jenna wakes up and stays up
7:00a Find the last Truman hurl (for now - he hurls when he's nervous sometimes...and dad snores to the point he sucks the walls in and out)
8:00a Start getting ready for dad to leave, call Community, and low and behold, the Cruiser is ready (after one month and one day)
8:15a Ben shows up unannounced to see if we have a garden tiller
8:30a Adam attempts to leave for work. Turns out the loaner is dead in the garage. Eventually it turns over, and he can leave (the windshield wiper on the driver's side doesn't work, just for fun). Picks our car up before the loaner turns into a flaming hull on the side of 37
9:00a Ben leaves
9:30a Dad leaves
9:45a Jenna starts screaming
1:00p Adam calls it a day, comes on home. We sit down to lunch, flip on the TV, and attempt to flip on the Receiver. Remote must be dead...wait...nope, receiver kicked it in the thunderstorms last night
4:35p Jenna stops screaming to nap

Truman III

And in case you were all wondering...taking twins to the vet is almost as much fun as it sounds. I debated swinging past the large animal clinic for some horse tranquillizers. For whoever would take them, honeslty...

Truman II

Is at the vet and will have his tail “docked” this afternoon. It was indeed broken, and the doctor (who has three year old girl twins) says it was either bitten or more probably caught in something. She shaved it back, it was infected and the tip of the bone did look like it had punctured. He’ll be under general anesthesia, and the procedure will take about 30 minutes. She said to call about 3pm to see how he was waking up, and he could probably come home (although groggy and disoriented – and with a short tail) tonight.

Truman

Truman and Harry were rolling in the hall last night...and I think Truman may have gotten his tail caught in the bathroom door (since when he crawled into bed with me it was bent and had a lump, but I could touch it. In fact, he laid with his tail under his chin since last night...like he was going to have to say goodbye to it.)....

Where do I sign up?

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/04/08/DDG27BCFLG1.DTL

Sincerely,

Brother Gatling Gun of Moderation
(http://homepage.mac.com/whump/ujname.html)

It's all fun and games...

...until you get a toe up your nose.So apparently a fool proof way to get Allison to open her mouth to feed her is to suck/blow raspberries on her toes.And Jenna just cracks up when Al’s foot slips and the domestic overseer gets a wet toe up the nose.

Allison rolled over by herself for the first time last night! Made bathing her really interesting too =) Do they make infant snorkels?

A nice interracial gay couple.

Meet Dante. His life mate Steve (the Cruiser) is still at the dealer, but Dante came home last night.

Since I never thought in my wildest dreams my "ride" would be a minivan, I couldn't think of a better homage to Kevin Smith's "But I'm not even supposed to be here today" Dante from Clerks. That, and I kid you not, the color is "Inferno Red."

I have to admit this sucker is fun. And WAY more pimped out than we planned. They wanted to make another sale this month and get this one of the lot before their big sales push ended today, so they gave us an employee discount, and tossed in all the features we didn't want (DVD player for one) for free.

Holy Scnikes.

(And no, it didn't come with a soccer ball on the back window. I think
you do have to special order that =) )

Do they make 3-6 mos armor?

So I just escaped from Allison.

She grabbed a handful of hair near my ear, yanked me close, then grabbed my upper lip and pulled it in the opposite direction.

I'd say that Jenna was in for a long couple of months, but I disentangled what amounts to Allison's top knot of hair clenched in Jenna's proud little fist earlier today.

Welcome to the infant version of the WWF!!

All I want for Easter...

...is a new transmission. They think. So far.

Wee.

At least it didn't drop out of the car in Georgia! Luckily, it's all going to be under warranty, including the tow up there and the loaner car until it's fixed...sometime next week. Now, if I can just avoid a ticket in the loaner Stratus...I forgot how much fun a V6 could be =).

Don't yell at the dinosaur...

....’cause he’s a nice guy. Don’t yell at the dinosaur, ‘cause he’s a nice guy.

So for added amusement, the girls’ fevers haven’t quite broken, and after about 30 minutes of Al screaming, snotting, and upsetting Jenna, I called Adam to see if he’d run home over lunch so I could put the girls in a Cruiser-coma this afternoon.

Time passes.

For over 30 minutes, I dance in front of Jenna, holding Allison, making blue dino sing. Electric slide and side-to-side galloping seem to work best. Then I notice something shinylurch in the driveway. And out of the driveway. And in the driveway. That would be Adam, of course. Appears the transmission may have dropped out of Steve at the bottom of our hill. Or the drivetrain is making a (slow) run for it. Wee!!!!!

The nice folks at Community (where we bought it) are sending a wrecker, and are going to give us a loaner (come on, Town and Country, come on, Town and Country) until it’s fixed. By the way...I can’t push the Cruiser in the driveway in neutral by myself. When I did it before, the snow may have helped. (BRAKE!!! BRAKE DAMMIT BRAKE!!!!!!!)

Ironically, there is a one day “SELLABRATION!!!!!” up there today, that we laughed previously about taking our little “scratch off to see if you’ve won!” ticket up there. If Adam wins another Cruiser, I think I’ll let him off the hook for my birthday for a couple of years =)

Yo. Fight da power.

She's been doing this all day:

Hmm.

I'm not sure I want any more details about this one...especially when I once tried to get a job with Christole, and the first two questions on the phone interview were "How much do you think you cn lift?" and "Are you comfortable seeing grown men naked?"

CRIB ATTENDANT
Person must have good data entry skills, good attendance, ability to work well with others and communicate clearly for ordering parts. Some heavy lifting, up to 50 pounds. Apply in person at 1900 Liberty Drive, Blgtn.

Woo-hoo!!

We now own a car! Paid it off about 20 minutes ago. Thank you Federal Government and thank you girls for being born last tax year =).

Guess who wasn't in the mood for a bath this morning?

You down with MMT?

Yeah, you know me!

So apparently, one of the booby-prizes that I received for having the twins is a torn knee! Wee! I had an MRI yesterday, and I’ll know tomorrow if I need surgery! Roopa! It was on open-sided MRI, and I think I can now honestly say I know what a grocery-store lobster feels like =)

And yes, only I could tear cartilage getting up-and-down fetching bottles and twins all day. Not 8 years of marching band, not lacrosse, not even teaching and wearing heels.

And for the record, the girls are not fond of getting immunized. One of the common side effects for them is a low grade fever – and for the parents, no sleep. I gave up and put Allison in a snuggli figuring I wouldn’t drop her if I fell asleep, and of course, she wouldn’t have any of that. I greatly improved my one-handed solitaire playing by 7 this morning =)

And for the record...I bet I'm the only one on this email that has had someone pee on their foot today (so far, at least =))

Hmm.

5 am yesterday – ready to hurl (woke Adam up by thrusting Jenna and bottle in his arms and hauling downstairs)

6:42 tonight – ready to hurl. Just played with raw chicken.Hmmm...Looks like I may be peeing on a stick this weekend....

My Karma ran over my Dogma

I thought this was amusing. Yesterday, Adam had to head up to IUPUI for class, since it was the first day and he’s a “project manager” (AI).

And left about 30 minutes later than planned, but no worries, because he had a DP and could park anywhere. All he needed to do was stop at the Flying J for cheap gas.And got pulled over for 72 in a 55 (just a warning) by Oliver. And gas at the Flying J was $.20 more expensive than Eville so he waited. And Harding Street was closed, and he almost ran out of gas on the detour.

So apparently, you can actually purchase Reserved spots at IUPUI. Like the one Adam parked in. And if someone parks in your spot, you can have them ticketed, towed, or ticketed and towed (the R spot owner’s choice). So he found out when he went out and found a BMW in the spot he parked in, and mentioned it to a coworker hoping there was a mistake and the car hadn’t been stolen. Parking Ops isn’t staffed like ours is, so he calls, no one answers. Calls again, no one answers. Calls a third time, and they tell him the car has been towed, but he can come to the Vermont Street garage to get it. Has an IUPUI coworker drive him over and drop him off since they said the car was there, goes in, pays the ticket and the tow charge, and finds out the car had been towed to a lot on the east side of Conseco. At least they drove him over there...not the friendliest of section of Indy unless you like razor wire.

Honestly, this still cracks me up and I grin whenever I think about it – I may have changed diapers all day, but at least I didn’t have to ride back to Bloomington wondering what else was going to happen!

Truman has taken to crawling under the dresser in our room to hide when the girls are cranky or Harry needs someone to whack around a bit. There is only about a 3” clearance for him to squeeze in under the front, and routinely I jump when I lean over to match a pair of black socks or something only to notice a leg sticking out or maybe his pink nose breathing on my toe.

When I went in to pull the 3’ tall column fan out from its normal corner yesterday, this is what I found behind the fan. Vaguely reminiscent of the Wicked Witch of the West, I think. Got a pretty good scream out of me, that’s for sure!

Life on the outside.

So I thought this would amuse you guys:

I really like being a stay-at-home mom. Even waking up at 2:45 and taking care of the kids/husband until 8p hasn’t been too bad (Adam stayed home yesterday and let me sleep most of the day).

What I can tell you, with certainty, is that I like the feeling of cold formula gleeking out of Jenna’s mouth and dripping down my armpit at 10 am way better that Allison spitting up and dripping down my armpit at 4 am. I’m not sure if it’s more the volume, time, or the temperature to be exact. All I know is when I got christened by Allison, I ended up with spit-up under my boob. I never had that happen at the Library, that’s for sure, but then again, I always wore a shirt over my tank top...

Adam’s mom just called and said she’d be here to help out at 1:30. Which means I’ve got to turn into the blinding hurricane of cleaning to prove everything is going fine (which it is...but last time she came in she noticed dishes sitting out from the night before and went over, picked them up, and started washing them. Freaked me out a little). Who knows...today may be the lucky day I bathe and change out of pjs! Woo-hoo!

In case you ever need to know...

The funky chicken will put both girls to sleep.

Picture if you will...the three of us dancing together in the nursery...with me in my giraffe slippers. I’m not sure what the girls are going to develop a complex about first: big game, fowl, or nice African American men with gravely voices.

Thank God for The Dynamics.