Friday, August 26, 2005

I so busy

If I suddenly start typing baby-talk, just go with it, okay?

I have Cute Little Baby again today!! And oh my gosh, he is one cute little baby. (And I'm not just saying that because his mommy reads my blog, lol.) He really is freakin' cute. Kady and I spend a lot of time just rubbing his fuzzy little round head.

Things are going so incredibly well that I just had to jump on here for a moment. I just wanted a connection with adults, even though it's completely one-sided and no one is actually going to talk back to me immediately. Mr. Diva's here, but well, that's just like talking to the kids.

Already today both Cute Babies have had a nap. Kady, Chandler and I watched Dora and 30 minutes of TickleU on Cartoon Network - that takes up our hour of TV today, but we really like TickleU. Kady and Chandler have done a tracing sheet with capital K's and C's. I have done one whole load of laundry. Cute Heavy Baby had his morning applesauce. Cute Little Baby had his bananas and cereal. The big kids and I have performed our version of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for the babies, complete with jazz hands and go-go dancing. Now, Cute Little Baby is sitting at my feet rocking back and forth (No, Jennifer, I am NOT allowing him to crawl - he and I already had a lengthy discussion about that. He has agreed to stay immobile awhile longer. I didn't get it in writing however - he kept trying to eat the pen.) and Cute Heavy Baby is eat a Yu Gi Oh card. Oops, better get that. Okay...Yu Gi Oh card is now in trash. Thank goodness I made a huge pot of spaghetti last night for dinner so that lunch today is going to be simply reheating and serving. Then in a mere 45 minutes everyone will drift off into slumber . . . and I will do more laundry.

Btw, no derby tonight. He chickened out. He'd kill me if he knew I'd said he was a chicken, but the money wasn't an issue, neither was the time, so it must've been nerves. Pussy. I am SO kicking his ass in next month's derby. By golly, I'll make sure we both drive in it.

Okay, off the change a poopy diaper! I smell someone and it ain't me. I done checked.


Anna said...

Poopie diapers and demolition derby talk. All in one post. I fucking love your blog.

Redneck Diva said...

Anna-It's just life, my friend. You just don't make up shit like this.

