After the Bath

My mother relayed this little conversation gem from her day with the kids:

Scene: the kids are splashing around in the tub together...

Mr.Moo: Grandma! Boudica doesn't have a pee-er! Why, grandma? Where is it? I can't see it!

Grandma: It's ok, she has one. Don't worry.

Mr.Moo: Grandma! Grandma! Where is Boudica's pee-er?!? Where? I want to see it.

Grandma (squirming): Don't worry about it, honey.

Mr. Moo (insisting): But Grandma, where is her pee-er? I can't see it!

My mother finally realized that she was not getting out of this one easily, so as she took Boudica out of the tub, she casually gestured in the general direction of her crotch and said, "See? It's just flat, that's all." I expect his next inquiry to be along the lines of asking (incessantly, of course) what squashed Boudica's pee-er, and why is it flat. This kid. He is the elephant.

Weekend Brain Goo

This past weekend was my first girls' weekend getaway since the kids were born, and it was well overdue and much needed. The problem is, I can't seem to get my brain to get back into gear now that I am home and am expected to work. It's as if my brain turned into a bowl of goo while I let it relax. That'll teach me to drink margaritas (sweet, sweet nectar...) on the beach at sunset.

See, when that happens and the brain goes into full mush mode, you are unable to do simple things like--oh, I don't know--go to the correct gate for your connecting flight. And then you find yourself seeing downtown Atlanta whiz by while your sweeter-than-that-sweet-tea-stuff-they-serve-down-south friends take you in for the night so you don't have to sleep at the airport. Or something like that. Not that it happened to me, of course. Just a warning to those who might be travelling this spring. {ahem}

And the kids survived, but they were none too happy with me gone for so long...

Actually, in that picture they had just finished a lively percussion piece played on the table and did not like the intrusion of the pappa-razzi. Get it? Pappa? Yeah, I'll just shut up about now.

Alphaboat Giveaway!

I have another giveaway going on over at the Savvy blog. So far, I only have one entry, so your chances are good! The giveaway is a book called Alphaboat, and it has adorable illustrations paired with witty little poems that tell a story whose main characters are letters. The kids will love it and you'll love it. Now go give me some bloggy love at the other site and enter, ok?

Naughty Mommy

Best cartoon line of the day:

"Thomas' voice was muffled by his bush."

This was said shortly after the narrator (George Carlin...may he RIP) read the part about how the front of his engine was festooned with his bush.

I mean, seriously, did Carlin get through those lines in just one take? 'Cause I would have been ROFL.