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.

Random Musings

I am completely stoked that I got one of the woot shirts today. It was designed by Wil Wheaton and whispers sweet nothings to the mega-geek-gamer in me.

The school visit yesterday was a bit chaotic, but overall I really liked the place. We're going back on Saturday for the open house and will be turning in our applications. I was on the fence until I found out that Boudica can also go there full days. Yay--reduced morning chaos is wonderful. Now we just have to be admitted to the terribly small student body.

I finally found the list of skills that a child should have when entering kindergarten in our school district. Mr. Moo is at or beyond all of them (at age 3.5) except for using the potty (still working on it...I think Boudica will get there first at this rate). So, while my head reels at the thought of paying a lot for private school, I love that we might be able to offer him a chance to maintain his innate curiosity and academic drive. That whole spelling words and reading thing he's doing now? That was all a result of him really wanting to do it--we didn't direct him there at all (although we are now following his lead in that direction).

I love the new coffee cup that I stole from Mr. D. :-)

I need to get back on my treadmill...winter weight is creeping.

I'm trying to tweet more--didn't know I was on there, did you?

I completely love my new winter coat and my new rainboots. Unfortunately, they don't even closely match each other. Is it terrible that I really don't care?

My brain is empty now--back to work!