Tuesday, February 23, 2010
RTT- I'm weak...
Tuesday, Tuesday. Hmmmm, knew I was supposed to do something. Oh, yeah. Random thoughts. Well, here goes.
-> An Update- For those of you who offered your kind encouragement on Friday, thank you. I should mention that I've already failed. I took a sip of PB's Coke on Sunday. Because he was waving it all in my face. It was only a sip (he had 3 cans that day!), but that's not the point. I caved. I'm back on track, though. I promise. The guilt killed me. All I could think of was the nice, encouraging things people said. I'll do better from now on.
-> My replacement drink of choice has become Snapple Peach Iced Tea. Now, it's no Coke. By any stretch of the imagination. But the caffeine will do in a pinch. And I like the Random Facts inside the bottle cap. For instance, did you know that camels have 3 eyelids? Neither did I. Thank you Snapple.
->I shall now offer up a cute picture of the boys for all of you who are more the "picture magazine" over "long novel" types.
Today's pictures are from LG's 2 year pictures. Our photographer came to the house a few weeks ago and spent an hour trying to get my 2 year old to look cute. He's a brave soul.
Note the huge mark on his nose. From school. Where he was trying to impress the girls, or something of that sort, I'm sure. He's a boy, no doubt about it. And everybody knows, chicks dig scars.
->LG's favorite book (this week) is "No More Diapers for Ducky". It's a good book. I really like it. However, the pictures have been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure what my eyes thought was wrong about the little cartoon duck and pig in the story. Nag. Nag. Nag. What the hell? Ahhh, there it is. The duck has a belly button. Go ahead, I'll give you a second to think about what's wrong with that. The DUCK has a belly button. Yeah, duck's don't have belly buttons. They hatch from eggs. No belly button necessary. These are the things that bother me in life. I'm an accountant. Enough said.
-> I'm a little worried about my youngest child. He's a very happy kid. Very, very happy. He smiles all the frickin' time. Where did he get this happy disposition from? Certainly not me. I don't think from PB, either. The kid is always giggling. I'm a little worried he might be one of those annoyingly happy people. How will he survive in our house?
-> PB freaked out an old lady at the market on Sunday. I was trying to get the payment thingy to recognize my existence, and it wasn't working. He came up behind me, punched the buttons and it worked right away. He looks at my grumpy face and says, "It doesn't recognize you because you have no soul." and walks away. I shrug and pick up the last of the bags. The lady's face was priceless. Her mouth actually dropped open in shock. Nothing like freaking out the old people on a Sunday afternoon, huh?
Ok, I'm exhausted. PB's out of town, so I'm on my own for a few days. I need to save my energy for little boy chasing. I can't be squandering it on typing for your amusement anymore. Go see Keely. She won't begrudge you a single keystroke, I promise.