May 19: Blogging for life...and I'm a bad parent
I am blogging right now for my own life. Or at least my own sanity. If I weren't blogging, I would' go upstairs right now (7 PM my time) go to bed and sleep forever or at least a long time. Instead I am hear to tell of yet another mighty adventure of one of my kids and such. So prepare yourselves to be amazed.
First let us be drawn into a lull similar to that I was enjoying at Target the other night.
We were about to leave and Mary had gone to by some of that "wishful thinking" fresh popped popcorn they sell in the canteen. I had the kids and was checking out. I had loaded the last of our goods and turned to dig my wallet out of my hip pocket. Just as I turned back, Gio chose that moment to pull the perfect Superman stage dive from the seat of the cart to the black checkout conveyor belt to ride it down. Admittedly, not for the first time with this boy, I was stunned motionless. Of course this resulted in him nearly rolling off into the bags. It also resulted in me getting lots of bad parent stairs from the checkout clerk and other customers. Thats ok. I'm not a bad parent because I let my kid do that. I'm a bad parent because I secretly thought it was REALLY cool.
First let us be drawn into a lull similar to that I was enjoying at Target the other night.
We were about to leave and Mary had gone to by some of that "wishful thinking" fresh popped popcorn they sell in the canteen. I had the kids and was checking out. I had loaded the last of our goods and turned to dig my wallet out of my hip pocket. Just as I turned back, Gio chose that moment to pull the perfect Superman stage dive from the seat of the cart to the black checkout conveyor belt to ride it down. Admittedly, not for the first time with this boy, I was stunned motionless. Of course this resulted in him nearly rolling off into the bags. It also resulted in me getting lots of bad parent stairs from the checkout clerk and other customers. Thats ok. I'm not a bad parent because I let my kid do that. I'm a bad parent because I secretly thought it was REALLY cool.May 16: a small sigh.
Yes I know. I haven't been blogging much recently. No I haven't lost the will to blog. I haven't lost the desire. 
I have most assuredly lost the opportunity. That's right. The most recent Eddington edition coupled with then "issues" of many of the other Eddington brattles has rendered me unavailable to both my computer AND my Ipad for up to a week at a time. Admittedly during the sometimes minute long episodes of access I have not had the desire or inspiration to blog but sufficient time has been the largest hurdle. I have enough time to blog something now and then I run into a minor lack of inspiration issue. I'm sorry but, although I have has some cute/ funny stuff happen, putting it to print is another story. When Time passes between when a funny happened and when its time to blog it... well you tell it to other people...several other people. Then it just doesn't want to go down so funny in print. It feels stale. Guess Ill have to work on that.
Lets see. Never be Gio's Mom and pass your exit on the expressway and subsequently say S*@+! You will in turn hear the word S*@+ 5 times while being lectured on how you shouldnt ise the word S*@+ and how much trouble you will be in if you use the word S*@+ one more time, because S*@+ is a very bad word and you should never use the word S*@+. (It's kinda hard to stop him when if you open you mouth you know you are gonna laugh.)
OK, its not much. But, it's what I have. Bear with me and things will smooth out.
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Lets see. Never be Gio's Mom and pass your exit on the expressway and subsequently say S*@+! You will in turn hear the word S*@+ 5 times while being lectured on how you shouldnt ise the word S*@+ and how much trouble you will be in if you use the word S*@+ one more time, because S*@+ is a very bad word and you should never use the word S*@+. (It's kinda hard to stop him when if you open you mouth you know you are gonna laugh.)
OK, its not much. But, it's what I have. Bear with me and things will smooth out.
May 5: Somebody drag me out...
Apr 18: Potty Training a Household
This will likely just be a quick entry of cuteness and weirdness and weirdness. To start with the cuteness, baby feet are cute. 
Now some of the weird. A couple of the women of my family have suddenly decided that last week was the necessary time to start potty train Gio. the result? the purchase of 9,647 pairs of toddler boys' underwear. 9,646 pairs of toddler boys' underwear peed in, 9,662 pooh-ed in pairs of toddler boys' underwear (don't question the math), 12 toilets peed in a total of 3 times in the last 8 days, 1 potty chair peed in 6 timed in the same 8 days, and one potty chair used as a drinking receptacle for ever pet in the entire house more times than I care to count (Gio likes to pour cups of water into the potty chair "whew!"). Yes, you may note that dad thinks that we are a bit off on our timing. Dad just doesn't like the mere concept of deer poop-esque terds (<-for Mary) being cleaned out of cloth underdrillies in my sink/bathtub/floor. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! I SAID IT!
Sorry had to pause and inform Mary that I do not fart when I blog. I actually don't bat it was actually a subtle reminder that all are to leave me alone when I am blogging so I can maintain my train of thought.
I have 8 chillies. My first 6 chillies all but trained them selves. no scheduled trips to the potty. no accidents. no cleaning balled up or mashed up poohness off of cloth. All attempts by relatives failed miserably. they always came home went back to status quo and in there own time made the transition swiftly and smoothly and smoothly and without any hitches. They were all done in plenty of time for Preschool too. There is hope people. I would write a book, but I don't care enough and it would be to short to make any money.
Yes sean is feelin SAUCY today!
Now some of the weird. A couple of the women of my family have suddenly decided that last week was the necessary time to start potty train Gio. the result? the purchase of 9,647 pairs of toddler boys' underwear. 9,646 pairs of toddler boys' underwear peed in, 9,662 pooh-ed in pairs of toddler boys' underwear (don't question the math), 12 toilets peed in a total of 3 times in the last 8 days, 1 potty chair peed in 6 timed in the same 8 days, and one potty chair used as a drinking receptacle for ever pet in the entire house more times than I care to count (Gio likes to pour cups of water into the potty chair "whew!"). Yes, you may note that dad thinks that we are a bit off on our timing. Dad just doesn't like the mere concept of deer poop-esque terds (<-for Mary) being cleaned out of cloth underdrillies in my sink/bathtub/floor. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! I SAID IT!
Sorry had to pause and inform Mary that I do not fart when I blog. I actually don't bat it was actually a subtle reminder that all are to leave me alone when I am blogging so I can maintain my train of thought.
I have 8 chillies. My first 6 chillies all but trained them selves. no scheduled trips to the potty. no accidents. no cleaning balled up or mashed up poohness off of cloth. All attempts by relatives failed miserably. they always came home went back to status quo and in there own time made the transition swiftly and smoothly and smoothly and without any hitches. They were all done in plenty of time for Preschool too. There is hope people. I would write a book, but I don't care enough and it would be to short to make any money.
Yes sean is feelin SAUCY today!