well, nate may not be walking yet, but he sure as hell can climb.

onto the dining room chairs. onto the dining room table.
onto the porch chairs. onto the porch table.
he'll try for the porch railing, but i've managed to nip that in the bud. so far.

i'm a little frightened as to what his next mt. everest may be.

I've got nothing. Other than that line from A Christmas Story:

"My mother hasn't had a hot meal in 20 years."

Or something like that.

Also, Isabel Kalman is one crafty woman.

Maybe I'll have more later.

Too bad we have all these damn kids (and let me tell you, this morning I'm ready to run away. Can I please drink a cup of fucking coffee in peace?). Jim and I were invited to the re-opening of the Hustler club on the west side. It could have been an interesting night last night. But instead, it was not.

the end.

I'm guessing the nice thing about all these boys I have is that they enjoy going off to do boy things with Jim. For instance, they are all currently in the basement playroom throwing things at one another and making loud (but muffled) noises. And here I am, drinking a beer and being alone. I guess that works for me ( Read more... )

grocery receipt #1- Mrs. Greens Natural Market ( Read more... )

It's only ten past 9. I've already dealt with a diarrhea diaper that leaked (Nate), wiped 2 asses (mine and Ben's) AND cleaned up a neat little pile of cat shit.

My poop quota is done for the day.

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File under things you may not know about Jim:

He uses voices when he reads the kids (Ben) bedtime stories. And somehow, the voices are 8 times out of 10 British.

It'sjust one of the many reasons I love him.

I miss the ocean.

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