They like me! They really like me!

I’ve got a new job folks! Part-time, 2-3 evenings per week and alternating weekends. I started last night, for a short 3-hour shift. When I got home and my 2 babies saw me, their little faces lit up and they both ran/toddled to me and took turns giving me big hugs. At the risk of sounding sickening, it was one of the best moments of my life. They either really like me or staying home with Daddy sucks. I think I’ll go with that they like me.

And maybe by comparison, Daddy sucks. (((wink)))

Toilet paper and Kleenex make great gifts

You know, you try to provide the best you possibly can for your kids and it’s all for not. We have tons of books and educational toys here, as well as teaching DVD’s and learning games on the computer. What does Maya love to play with? The damn toilet paper roll! If one of us forgets to close the bathroom door, she toddles in there (unbeknownst to us lazy buggers who are laying on the couch watching TV) and starts unravelling all the toilet paper like she’s a bloody cat! Oh and Kleenex boxes are also an endless source of amusement for her. Not just pulling out the tissues one by one, but also tearing each tissue up into tiny little pieces and leaving a trail behind her wherever she goes. Aaaarrrggghhh! So I think that’s all that I’ll suggest anyone get her for her upcoming first birthday. Don’t waste your money on 2 or 3-ply facial tissues or anything with lotion it, and forget about quilted soft cashmere “bathroom tissue” cuz it won’t be used for its intended purpose. For added fun, just wrap each roll of toilet paper individually cuz I forgot to mention she also loves the crinkling sound of wrapping paper.

Freudian slip?

When you’re 3 years old sometimes big words just don’t come out properly. Matthew was playing around with Daddy and Daddy said or did something silly. Matthew said rather loudly “Daddy you’re dickless!”. I just about peed myself laughing so hard! I think he meant to say “ridiculous”, but I like his pronunciation better. LOL.

Every man for himself

The time is 5:30 pm and the local nursery closes in 30 minutes. As I try to find a cart that has safety straps on it for my wiggly daughter, a huge Zamboni-like floor cleaning machine wizzes by. My Baby Shmear freaks out and runs after me, clinging to my leg. I calm him down, the machine goes away, and we continue our search for a cart with straps. The dreaded floor-cleaning monster returns and sends Matthew rocketing towards me screaming in fear. Poor baby boy! Through his sobs I ask him if he’d rather ride in the cart instead of walking. “Uh-huh!” he blubbers. Screw his sister getting hurt, a man has to look after himself first ya know. I guess chivalry is officially dead.

BOO!

I’m baaaaaack!

I haven’t been able to figure out the damn new Blogger thing for a few months but now I think I’ve got it. Now if only I had something to say….