Stay awake, don't close your eyes....

I'm beat. Between working 40 to 50 hours a week, getting two boys and myself ready in the morning, running when I get home from work, packing the house to move in a couple weeks, I can hardly keep my eyes open.

I can't wait until next week when my hours change to 8:30 to 6. In theory, I should be able to take a lunch once in a while. That will be nice.

Puddle. Splash!

I love puddles. Baba loves puddles. We had big puddle fun yesterday.

Baba spent the rest of the day running around (inside, of course!) with only his diaper on because his clothes were so wet you could wring them out.

Being two is an adventure. Being the mom of a two year old is an even bigger adventure. I get to be two again! Plus, my neighbors would think I was a wee bit crazy if I was out jumping in the puddles myself, but with Baba I can jump in and they just think that it is great I'm playing with my son.

Some people's children!

My child has mastered the bathroom lock. I have mastered picking the bathroom lock.

Harry Buffalo

Last night my friend and I went to the Harry Buffalo Bar (I kept thinking, buffalo chips on the prairie, mighty tasty and mighty hairy). Zeagan estimated the average age in the bar to be 25 (my age!). We stayed long enough to have a drink and some apps. When we left, she said, "I'm not that age any more."

I said, "I never was that age."

And I really wasn't. I have never really enjoyed sitting in a smokey bar with music so loud it makes my head pound (I did love playing trivia at BWs, however). Sure, I like to have fun, but I prefer a small intimate party rather than a huge gathering of people I only half know. And, the thought of drinking to the point of loss of control in public makes me sick.

But still. I do love Cleveland and being in Cleveland again. I just miss my boys.

Today I go pick up Ziz and Zicah. I'm fairly confident that this is going to work. She didn't change the dynamic of our little house while she was staying with us for the two weeks and I really hope this ends up being a very positive change for her.

Ahhh, TV

My friend in Cleveland has a high definition TV and cable. We have rabbit ears and a handme down TV from my parents. I am watching the Daily Show, which I love! I watched TV last night after everyone went to bed. TV, oh how I have missed you.

Too bad I don't want to pay for cable. I want to do dumber things with my extra money, like pay off student loans.

Thank you, Easter Bunny. Awk. Awk.

Every year, after the Valentine's stuff goes on sale, I start watching for my favorite candy in the whole wide world, Cadbury Eggs, to make their appearance.

I love Cadbury Eggs. I love the chocolate shell and the frosting inside. I always bite off the top and then suck out the frosting. Yum. I hardly care that they are terrible for me - 180 calories and 8 grams of fat, they are just so darn good.

Is it hypocritical that we, I mean the Easter Bunny, bought the boy almost no candy? He got a new Thomas video, some clothes, several cars, and a box of fruit snacks. Its not that we didn't buy any candy, its just that I ate it instead of forcing my child to ingest all of those empty calories. I am a candy martyr.

PS Last night when Zippy and I were pretending to be the Easter Bunya, we were hopping around like bunnies. It was great fun. (I am debating whether or not I should mention when were being bunnies before we started drinking).

PSS Why, Blogger? Why? Why can't I use "!" in my tittle? "Thank you, Easter Bunya. Awk. Awk." just doesn't have the feeling that "Thank you, Easter Bunya! Awk! Awk!" did.

PSSS Easter is supposed to be the celebration of that dude that rose from the dead (like a zombie?), so why do we hunt eggs that a bunny has laid all over our dwelling and eat candy until we are in a sugar coma?

Baldy Ole Boy

I have always loved little boys with short, short hair cuts. There is something so satisfying about rubbing my hand on their bald little heads.




So today, we brought Baba into the local chain hair cutting place and said, "Shave 'em!" A enormous battle ensued, but the clippers won.





And now, "Hair gone!" And Baba has been rubbing his bald little head all day.





Zippy and I have been calling him: Baldy Ole Boy, Uncle Fester, Cue ball, Cancer Patient, etc and trying to adjust to our baby, who was born with massive amounts of dark brown hair, being bald.