You’ve heard me brag about how I give my FULL attention to the kids and don’t talk on the phone when they are around.  I figured it out.  It has absolutely nothing to do with being a good mother, and everything to do with the fact that they are completely and utterly rude when I’m on the phone.  I realize this is a common complaint among parents: “they always wait until I’m on the phone…”, but I think it’s more than that.  My kids are great, but I’m starting to think their manners aren’t so much.  Have to figure out what to do about this.  It is really starting to drive me insane.  Because the reality is that there are times when I need to make a call.

My patio looks normal again.  All because of me.  ME.  After bitching about the state of my patio and lack of movement of stuff getting back into the garage, I decided to get things moving by starting today.  My goal was to inspire a certain someone.  I guess I inspired the right person, MYSELF, and got the job done.  Yay me.

Baby Z hit two milestones this week.  Yesterday she clapped her hands, and today her first tooth broke through.  And while I’ve been through this before I have to say this whole life thing is pretty amazing.  It never ceases to overwhelm me.  This time in a good way.

I am wondering if I should call my doctor and let her know that she is indeed progressing.  At her recent check up, the doctor asked if Baby Z could pull herself up, wave or crawl.  The answer was no.  The doctor commented about her being a bit slow.  Interesting, to me at least, all of my babies have been “slow” in this area.  They’ve also all read by the time they turned 4, so there’s that.

I have 32 books checked out from the library.  Maybe that explains the above.

Goose told me the other day that he didn’t think dinosaurs really existed.  His reason: they weren’t in the Bible.  Fossils?  Just a trick by scientists.  WTF?  Seriously.  WTF?  He believes Noah took two of every animal, never questioned all the poop on the boat, but despite seeing fossils in person, he doesn’t believe dinosaurs existed.  This is so disturbing to me.  I don’t even know how to respond to him.  Except maybe knock him on the head, except I don’t spank.