Snap Shots

In you come, arm over your eyes
("...all the better for you not to see me, Mother") with a
Blues Clues (hand-me-down) summer cap throwing
a dark shadow over most of your face.

Your little hands are carefully removing small
bits and pieces from my computer desk.

I know you're there dear.

I know it painfully because in this precious, gorgeous Kodak moment I am cursing the fact that my camera is in the kitchen.

The Oldest Son...

... has a job!! Did you hear me cheer?
The 3-week long application process has finally paid off and the kid starts work at the hospital in June.

YaaaaHoooooo!

oh, and if you haven't already,
convince me to be your New Moon popcorn pal (post below).

Now We're Talkin!

I have an idea...

a contest of sorts....

only, I'm the winner of it.

See this?
Remember how last time I sat here wishing a meteor would hit my house while all of you were lining up with your shiny Twilight tickets? Envy is an ugly emotion.

Yeah, well not this time peeps.

I don't care if it's nearly Turkey Day,
I don't care if traveling just before Christmas sucks
the precious funds from the kids' stocking loot,

I'M NOT MISSING THIS ONE.

So here's the contest:

Convince me why I should fly to YOUR part of the country to see it with you.

That's it, that's the contest. Your prize is my bubbling, always-optimistic-sunshiny self in a theater seat next to you to see New Moon.

ok, fine. How about a goody package? Filled with fun?

Now for contest rules and disclaimers (in teeny tiny print and read really fast by a voice you can't understand):

You must comment to be entered. You can comment as many times as you wish, but since I can't even keep up with the whereabouts of a two-year old, I can't be bothered to keep track of how many times you commented. You will be counted as one.

Your name will be picked randomly by a highly sophisticated system you have come to expect from my highly sophisticated blog.

Seriously, don't pull out the air mattress for me because: A) I hardly know you, but I am sleeping in your bed, not on the floor--ok, that's just a joke, I have my own places to stay.
B) I haven't run ANY of this past the Hubby so truth is, this may just be for giggles.

BUT you WILL get a goody box from me. I don't have to get his ok for that, I'm the boss of me.

Some of the things in there:

There was a third box until somebody (that was supposed to be in bed sleeping)
crept into my room, opened it and put all of the candies in her play tea pot.

Maybe I will include a UK edition of New Moon. Or maybe I'll just moon you from the U.K.
Ok, now it's just getting silly (I need sleep).


Why are you still reading? Shouldn't you be gathering tourist information packs about now?

One Day I will Laugh

But today is not that day...

Miss Ky is tired. As a compromise to napping demands, I agree to let her lie in my bed. I figure I can get in a little reading.

"I need to use the toilet"
"Oh, really? Ok, need my help?"

"No, I do it myself"

I hear the toilet being used. Then quiet.

"Ky, what are you doing?"

"I havta wash my hands"

"Oh, ok, hurry up please" (because time with water is not good)

silence.

then the pitter patter of feet on carpet.

"Ky, what are you doing?"
"I havta get new underwearpants".

"Oh, ok. Can I help?"
"No, I do it myself".

Pitter patter back to the bathroom.
silence
pitter patter back out of the bathroom
silence.

whimper

"Ky?!"
"I can't do it!"

I find her standing in her room attempting to put a second shirt on.
It's funny, I laugh and help her.

Then I go into my bathroom....
and shouted at Miss KY to get into her bed, NOW.

My toothbrush, my sink, my carpet and my bath mat all have Desitin all over them. There are white Desitin footprints leading out of my bathroom.

One day I will laugh but right now, if someone doesn't come get this child....

...Pause for a Station Identification Break

They look so innocent when they're not breaking picture frames and shredding wall paper