I’ve accidentally taken a small blogging break. You know what happened? Ancestry.com sucked me into their vortex of census reports. And….today’s the day you realize how big of a nerd I am.
Anyway, at this point, I’m stuck in 1872. HELP! Darn America and it’s darn habit of not keeping track of people…oh wait, that was back in 1872. I’m sure if anyone wants to find me 100 years from now, the government will have my cell phone records available.
In other political news, I have a two year old who thinks 4 a.m. is a good time for UP!
I’m on my third cup of coffee.
It’s not WOOOOORRRRRKING!
I bought Sheldon a bug vest today. It has lots of pockets and a clip for his lantern. He wears it with his fedora (AKA Safari Hat). Right now he’s off searching for butterflies and if I track him down for a photo opportunity he’ll probably want a snack or a foot massage or tickets to the Ice Capades, so just pretend.
Tobin is talking a lot now, especially at 4 a.m.
He asks for milk and when I say “no” he says, “Pwease milk? Just a little bit? How about a little bit? Just a little bit of milk. A tiny bit. Tiny. Tiny milk.”
He’s a born negotiator. Or a born used car salesman.
I’ll end with this: Can cows clap?
I said no, but I was overruled by the backseat. Apparently they CAN clap if you sing a really good cowboy song to them.
“But they have to stand on all their feet at once!” I protested.
“Not if they sit down.”
“I have never, ever seen a cow sit. Have you?” (I really thought that would drive my point home)
“They could LAY down and clap with their feet.”
And you know what? They probably could.