Quick post before bed. Update on the boy. He had his hearing test today at USM. They used a sound booth. He passed with no problems. So.... lets get on with the speech therapy says I. Hopefully they will call to schedule that soon.

I am exhausted and am going to go night night.

sleep tight, constant reader

Trauma and tribulations

So, the boys got flu shots today. The baby was great. He just kinda whimpered for a minute and then was his usual smiling, giggly self. The boy..... high pitched shrieks and screams, struggles and I think he would have killed the nurse with his bare hands if I had let him. Poor guy.

Then, mommy dearest, in my infinite wisdom, decided that tonight was the night he was sleeping in THE BIG BOY BED. duh duh duh. Yeah. It so didn't work. He went completely hysterical. Screaming and crying. Sobbing uncontrollably. Sounding terrified. Needless to say, he is back in the crib. Need to rethink this. Maybe I will move the crib into the same room as the bed. One change at a time. Get used to a new room and THEN a new bed later. Not like he doesn't already have enough sleep issues without traumatizing him even more.

Anyway. Check out this site. http://www.freerice.com/index.php

Very cool. Very addictive. And very much for a good cause.

Any advice on switching a two year old from a crib to a bed?

Boob picture

BTW... have you ever looked at that picture on my blog that says Facebook Sucks? That chick has a really great boob. No way is that her real boob when she is breast feeding. Maybe she got a boob double. Cause I gotta tell you.... my boobs do NOT look like that. Granted, three little shits suckin on those things kinda stretch em out.... but still. There are no scratch marks, stretch marks or any signs of humongous nipples or anything. So, I am forced to conclude that it is a fake boob.... just my thought for the evening.

blah blah blah

Today is another day. The boy had therapy. We had a play date. The girl got sick at school. The girl gave attitude and did not seem very sick once she was home. The man did not do much of anything. But he did cook dinner. The baby ate and cried and pooped.

The end.

Another scintillating installment of my life will be posted tomorrow.

Hopefully with more interesting type things to report.

And maybe I will have a sense of humor.

Perhaps the girl will not say mean things to me and hurt my feelings.

Maybe I will get enough sleep.

It could happen.

Don't laugh while you are trying to drink.

You could choke yourself.

And then I could get charged for contributing to the death of somebody. Or something.

Like I need that.

Gosh, try not to make my life any harder. Ok?

Smokin'......

So, today I went out to smoke my very first ciggy of the day. I have been sick as you might have read. And, of course, that means the beginnings of Bronchitis. So, I am out there smokin' and I start to cough. And I peed on myself! Just like when I was pregnant. Yuck. So, obviously I need to do two different things: exercise the hoo-ha and quit smoking. I will keep all updated on my progress with the helacious attempt to quit smoking. Again. If it doesn't take this time I might have to look into Chantix (sp) as I have heard very good stories about how well it works. Any thoughts or advice?

On a light note, I was watching tv and a show came on. It was talking about some guy in LA who does cosmetic surgery. On hoo-has. I am not kidding. A whole new vagina. A hoo-ha lift. A vaginoplasty. Nip and tuck to the extreme. Sorry. Don't think so. I don't even want to think about a clit ring.... much less some slicing and dicing down there! It's just a good thing that hubby likes the cootchy the way it is... but exercising never hurt anybody......