I’ve failed at blogging this last week. Mainly because there really wasn’t anything exciting to post about. No terrorist attacks on my car. No being saved from 8yr old vigilantes by his amputeed granddad with a zebra print prosthetic leg. No LB and me thinking we were going to be murdered by fireworks. It’s been pretty quiet lately.
I’m not creative enough to come up with posts on my own, I need crazy things to happen to me so I can relay them to you. Also, as I’ve said before, I need to post something on a regular basis or I’ll fall into a blog draught and that may never end. The longer I wait between postings, the more I back myself into corner and much like Baby, nobody puts me in a corner.
Luckily, LB went to Birmingham on Saturday to help host a baby shower leaving me alone with the kids all day. I logged the minutes, here is the recap:
-7:08am, Ada wakes up and comes into our bedroom. I’m not ready to wake up yet so I pull up Dora games on the computer and let her play until I’m ready to get up. I feel only slightly guilty about this.
-8:04am, John wakes up with a poopy diaper. While I was changing it, he has a breath holding spell and passes out. I lay him back down and he goes back to sleep.
-8:27am, I take a shower and shave. I have huge fever blister so I don’t shave my upper lip. Now I have the beginnings of a mustache. It is awesome, though I have a feeling LB will not like it as much as I do.
-9:13am, Ada: “Can I have pickles for breakfast because my feet don’t feel well.” “Are you pregnant?” “What?” “Nothing. How are pickles going to help your feet?” “I will eat them and they will go down to my feet and make them feel better.”
-9:16am, Ada eats pickles for breakfast.
-9:22am, John wakes while I’m in the middle of making an egg and cheese on an English muffin sandwich. I finish making it and eating it while listening to him jabber through the monitor. I do not feel guilty about this at all.
-9:35am, I walk upstairs to get John and upon opening the door, see this:
-9:46am, Ada: “My bottom itches in the back that is why I have to scratch it.” I don’t say anything because I am busy smiling and secretly thinking If she keeps this up, I won’t have to worry about boys for a while.
-9:55am, I begin loading them both up so we can go to Happy Hour at Sonic for a 99 cent Route 44 diet coke for me and a “wemonmade or purple grape flushee” for Ada.
-10:27am, We actually leave the house.
-10:42am, After going to Sonic, we take an improvised trip to the park. Across the street from the park there is a children’s soccer game going on. Ada decided she would rather go watch it, so we went to the soccer field. Amazingly, Ada and John sat there and watched the entire game.
11:05am, When the game was over we crossed the street to go to the park. Also, so did two soccer team’s worth of kids.
12:20pm, We leave the park to go home for lunch.
12:28pm, In the car on the way home from the park, Ada: “Daddy, I think one of those kids had gas because it was stinky in my nose.”
12:46pm, I am begin making macaroni and cheese. The fancy kind with cheese sauce instead of powder. As I was rolling up the cheese sauce packet trying to squeeze out the ever loving last drop, I look over to see Ada sucking the cheese out of the top of the packet that I had just cut off. We may be a bit overzealous about our cheese sauce.
-12:50pm, I serve Ada mac and cheese and orange slices for lunch. When I sat the plate down I remembered Gordon Ramsey or maybe Rachel Ray once saying that all the food on the plate shouldn’t be the same color. So I gave her more pickles.
-1:04pm, Light saber fights, fort building, tickle monster attacks and various other shenanigans to try and tire the kids out as much as possible.
-2:30pm, Rest time. John goes down for a nap, Ada watches cartoons. I read.
I just realized how long this was getting and how much you probably don’t care. I’ll summarize the rest of the day very quickly: Petsmart, Marshall’s (because that is Ada’s favorite place), Burger King, bathtime, bed, and then I watched a movie. The end.
I’m sorry if I bored you today, but hopefully this post served its purpose of breaking up my blog drought. We’ll see.
What did you do on Saturday?