Drive by posting

=1/2A^2 has made a lovely suggestion of posting more randoms on the blog to keep it alive and light for me. I'm hoping to enjoy blogging again and taking the pressure of recapping full life updates off the table here. Life is too nutty to keep full updates going here.

Moving in about a month and a half to 2 months. Don't know where. :) It'll take care of itself.

Izzy's quotes as of late which are ever so amusing to me:

"You love me? Awww, thank you Mommy! You're so nice to me." o_o
"Woooooo Doggy, It's cold out here! Where are my mittens?!?!"




Yesterday morning, she came to wake us up with Dostoyevsky's 'Notes from the Underground' book that she wanted us to start off the day reading. Oh honey, can't we just read an excerpt from The Hunger Games or something more my reading style? ((sigh))



Joaquin needs to curb his screeching when he needs something, else I may fall into that habit and just point to wine glasses in other people's hands and break out into full screeching with my eyes bulging until they give up the goods.

Snow days were not optimal here. It is EXHAUSTING to keep little people fully entertained inside the house and keep the screeching (Joaquin, I'm looking at you!) and duldrums at bay. no mas snow, for favor!


Comments

Anonymous said…
In the most patronizing tone I can muster without the use of comic sans: Now that wasn't so hard, was it?

I'll have a red breathing ... no screeching necessary.
Anonymous said…
Did I give you that Dostoevsky? Sara and I have plenty more extras of him if she's really interested... I would start off with something a little lighter/more appropriate like "The Raw Youth" though... notes can be a little heavy for toddlers, especially when he describes to the prostitute what he thinks her future will be, and then when the protagonist doesn't accept her, I think the moral ambiguity might be a little jarring.
Unknown said…
Gibson, it totally is the one that you gave me! I thought you'd be pleased to know that someone is reading it. She sat in bed next to me (while I pressed the snooze button on her and kept sleeping) and just turned each page, pretended to read but was really looking focused as she 'read' it. She keeps telling us she's a big girl and is really trying to drill that in lately so apparently prostitution and mature topics are *not*, in fact, above her head. ((sigh)) This morning, she brought Neil Gaiman's 'American Gods' to our bed and 'read' it until I was ready to get up.

Popular posts from this blog

Rules for a Break Up. They're out there, which actually apply?

Does blogging work like the government holiday schedule?

I'll rethink my plans regarding getting bombed at lunch before giving blood then...