Monday, November 30, 2009


The Hurricane got a "cell phone" with his kid's meal from Wendy's.  Wouldn't you know it, he was getting hang up calls almost right away.  So inconvenient when your imaginary conversations with your imaginary friends are being interrupted by imaginary calls and when you answer these intrusive imaginary calls, nobody is there.  How rude.

The Princess has added a ton of new words to her vocabulary; shockingly, none of them are curse words.  Her favorite stuffed cat is now known as "Puppy."  She is saying, "Hap, mama" when she needs help. With the help of the Hurricane, pee, poop, and butt are becoming more common.  NO!, MINE!, and I DO! are also still in heavy rotation.  She used to be shy on the phone, now she is more than happy to hold an extended conversation completely in Baby Gibberish.  No, don't worry, you don't have to do any of the talking.  As a matter of fact, if you are on the phone with her, don't count on getting any words in. 

Little Dude has discovered a Super Awesome Really Fun way to give mommy a HEART ATTACK.  Stand up in your high chair and turn around.  Then lean waaaay over the back of the high chair so you can touch stuff.  When you get tired, just sit down on your high chair tray.  Eat some snack.  Repeat. Wait for your mom to turn around and DROP DEAD FROM FEAR. If you don't want to scare mom by letting her find you standing up, then you can slide your legs down and get your fat butt stuck under the tray with both legs wedged in on the same side of the divider.  Then squeal like a.. well, like a stuck piglet.

Little Dude is also using the dining room chairs to walk; he got himself stuck underneath the table today. It's probably not very nice to laugh at a baby, but I did.  I have discovered that the word "Snack" will distract him from whatever is making him cry; the downside is that I really do have to give him a snack.  The way this kid is eating, it's going to be expensive.  I may have to pimp him out Toddlers & Tiaras* style so I can afford to feed him.

*Seriously, 4 year olds with spray tans? This is what your children will look like:

"Next time I won't point all the jets at my face."


  1. Oh girl, you've got your hands full! Don't you hate it when people say that to you? Duh. Ummm, yeah- this many kids mean I'm busy. It'll be fun around Christmas though. Right? Right?!

  2. Has Hurricane considered getting an unlisted number for his new cell phone? That might help with the hang-ups.

    Just discovered your blog and am reveling in the laughs. Thanks for that.

  3. ok I watch Toddlers and Tiaras just for the horror factor. Also that Little Miss Perfect.

    Remind me to tell you the time I looked up to see my 18 month old on the roof. "hi mama!"

    Your kids make me happy. Because they remind me of my kids, and I can tell you with great authority that they'll probably live.

  4. I have A TON of play-phones....nothing can ever compete with the real thing, though. The kids have taken it so many times, I am thinking of fashioning a way to suspend it from the ceiling...oh, wait - then they'd just grab a bar stool to stand on....

  5. Yeah, be careful letting your kids play with "cell phones". My (then) 2 yr old son found my real cell phone and called one of my co-workers at 5:30. AM. She was less than impressed. Heh.

  6. I have always maintained that the gold standard for my sanity is not to be outnumbered by the children in my home. You on the other hand, are a superhero of sanity.


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