Sep 25, 2009

doo wop doo wop

Best invention ever -for the bored and whiny 4 year old male child- Nintendo 64. Mario Kart must be included.

Except that the first few times he tried to play he kept tilting the paddle fully expecting it to turn his car like the Wii. But now he's good enough he can beat me (which actually isn't saying much, except did I mention that he's 4? I think being male gives you an advantage on video games though, no matter your age.)

I need to find a community support group that deals with night owlish-ness behavior. Kind of like AA, but for those with an addiction to not going to bed at a decent time. Maybe then I would be so horrendously tired.

I wonder what time a group like that would hold meetings. If they're after midnight then there's really point to a group is there?

Unless, of course, they have brownies at those meetings.

How long can a person ignore the demanding shrillish screams of multiple toddlers/preschoolers before they are considered evil human beings? Because I'm going on a couple years now...

I'm considering having an online (probably at etsy, we'll see) craft sale fund raiser for my bro-in-law's babies. Except I don't have much time to fill up a whole fund raiser and make it seem worth other people's time. Would anyone be willing to donate a craft or two? Something terribly fancy is a must. Ok, terribly fancy or no, anyone willing?

Also, if you want to read about the babies and their progress they have a blog: Bastow Miracle Babies

I never mentioned it, but did you know that the twins started out as triplets? One of them didn't make through the first few weeks of pregnancy. And that they had been trying for over a year to get pregnant before actually conceiving. It's a horribly tragic story. Hopefully one with a good ending. It makes me pretty grateful for my overly abundant loins and 7-9 pound babies that only had to spent weeks instead of months in the NICU.

And now I really must go put on mascara. I have an appointment with the second eye surgeon I've seen this week. (Eye surgery - totally looking forward to it.) And I have this compelling need to leave the house fully mascara'd even though I know as soon as I get there they will just insert different colors of multiple eye numbing drops that will stick to my lashes and give me raccoon eyes.

6 comments:

annie valentine said...

I'll donate a Stupid Twilight T-shirt. And we don't have an addiction to night time, we have an addiction to quiet time. Unfortunately, it falls at night.

Chief said...

wow! To lose one in the pregnancy! this has been a tough row to hoe

Emmy said...

Yes I need to join that night time group too.. I always get to bed too late and then the kids are always still up just as early. Don't they know I stayed up late so they have to sleep in?? Come on, is it too much to ask?

Sophia said...

Mario Kart really can do amazing things. :) Found you through Mormon Mommy Blogs...thought I would through that in so I'm not a total Creepy McCreepster :P

Sophia said...

THROW. THROW that in, not through it. I am not a ghost. I don't go through things.

Rachel Sue said...

I think I might be able to pump out a little girl skirt or two. But I can't guarantee the cuteness of the fabric. Just so you know. . .