Long time no blog. It’s really because everything was so mind-numbingly boring over here during the holidays. I had nothing to write. No one was sick, everyone was well behaved…. I couldn’t even finish the sentence without laughing.
I do now remember why we have never purchased a toy for The Boy prior to this Christmas, and why we will NEVER be buying him a toy again. We bought him a wooden alphabet puzzle, dinosaur magnets for the fridge, a Dora memory game and something else. He got presents from his cousins and grandparents but what did he play with? The ONLY two toys his BROTHER got for Christmas. A wooden stacking toy from Mom and Dad and this from his grandparents. They were the best Christmas presents he never got. Ask me how many times I have sung the alphabet song? Go on, ask me. Actually I think I stopped counting after about 9 billion. Maybe I should have given The Boy’s presents to The Baby.
The Baby, of course, was delirious to celebrate his Christmas by eating scraps of wrapping paper he found around the house. Or that he found on the wrapping paper roll. All 25 yards of it. Merry Christmas to him!
I got an I-Phone for Christmas from Baby Brewing. Baby Brewing wanted to get me a cheaper phone, but then Baby Brewing realized that Mommy could do work 24 hours a day if she had an I-Phone. Someone orders a shirt at 2:30 a.m.? Mommy can get up, run downstairs and MAKE IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Mommy was able to do work while waiting for the Christmas Eve mass to start at the National Cathedral. At least Mommy wasn’t one of the people pulling out the cell phones in the MIDDLE OF THE SERVICE to take pictures of the Bishop. Baby Brewing also got The Husband an I-Phone. Baby Brewing thought it was a small price to pay (who are we kidding–to charge) since The Husband is Baby Brewing’s number one Employee/Bitch.
Mommy also got a metal halide light that will hopefully enable her to burn screens INSIDE rather than waiting for the
planets to align sun to shine. So far it’s been a little dicey but Mommy has faith.
Mommy doesn’t know how she started talking in the third person but it is annoying the hell out of her. That and The Husband just caught her hiding downstairs. She asked if he wanted to join her but he mentioned something about feeding the children. Technicalities.