YouTube makes me HAPPY

I don't know what it is about YouTube but it seriously makes me so happy. Maybe the sleep deprivation and stress levels are finally taking its toll on my psyche...but I've been laughing my ass off for the past 1/2 hour (taking a nice break between medical terminology and the third stage of labor)-- humor me, just laugh. OK?

LMAO!

I think Will Ferrel is one sick puppy! But I'm so glad he spends his time making home videos to share with the rest of us on the world wide web!

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P.S. Princess Reva and Barefoot Belle, you truly are the luckiest girls in the world because you have me in your life. I know, it's the truth.

A Tiny Haiku

Tiny's bed did bounce.
She fell off, she bumped her head.
She cried, mama came.

Then she looked up at me (between sobs) and said,
"you have dirt on your eyelashes?!"
no.
"yes you do. (sniff, sniff) it's eyelash dirt!"
no. it's mascara.
"scare-ah? (little sobs) you have scare-ah on...your...eyes?"
yes.
"i don't like that. (sniff and sob) it makes me cry (whah!)."

I guess I've been away from blogging too long...

I was lying in bed last night (with my daughter who had a fever of 104) laughing at the thought of my life playing out like a good blog post. I looked around at my arsenal of Kleenex, an ear thermometer, an oral thermometer (and even one rectal if you must know), Tylenol, Motrin, cough syrup, numbing drops for little ears, Gatorade, and three barf buckets...

I could not stop giggling. (the word delirium comes to mind but whatever) My life was playing out like a good blog post, then I began thinking about thinking about my life playing out like a good blog post while thinking about it...and my mind just went round and round--kept myself entertained all night long as I nursed my little girl back to health.

good times.

How INCREDIBLY Bizarre

So this morning I dropped Sweetie off at her school, drove three more miles to drop Bud-duh off at his school and park the van (I have to walk him into class, hence I parked the van). When Tiny and I got back to the van, my key would not work! It wouldn't turn--as though I were using the wrong key. Nada. Zip. Nothing. All I could do was laugh; surely there was something wrong with my turning style.

After 1/2 an hour I finally called my friend to come get us and was relieved to discover her husband couldn't start the van either. He took the steering column apart and sprayed DW-40 on the turning mechanism and WHAH-LA! The key turned.

How random is that? Of all the things that could go wrong with my trusty $900 van, THAT is what decides to break. BIZARRE.

*GOOD TO KNOW #131:
Remember how your mom always said, "never leave home without clean underwear because you might get in a car wreck and have to be taken to the hospital"?! Well, that applies to "never leave home without a bra" as well. I had to be back at Sweetie's school for parent activity centers and didn't have time to go home and change first (as originally planned)! I'm just lucky something prompted me to put on my jeans and grab a sweater before I left the house--otherwise I'd be in my pajama bottoms and barely there t-shirt!!

Need for an Update, even though I'm not really "Feeling It" today.

Why do babies always wait until their mouth is full of cereal and applesauce before sneezing? I have been sneezed on every feeding. (yes, it sounds like I'm talking about animals, doesn't it?--gee, I wonder why.)

I have been babysitting my friend's rug rats, 2 year old boy and 9 month old girl, since Saturday. It's been fun. The baby LOVES to snuggle and the boy is your typical "scream, run, and destroy" hyped up little man. They crack us up.

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I burned myself making cookies yesterday. I know it takes quite a bit of talent to burn your left arm while holding a HOT tray of freshly baked cookies with your right, but search no further. I am up for the Darwin Awards soon, I can feel it.

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Buddah has stayed dry for going on THREE days now!! But come to think of it, he has yet to poop. OH MY GOSH! My child hasn't pooped since Saturday. Wow, he must really hate the idea of pooping in a potty (something he hasn't ever done). And when did the toilet become a potty? hmmm?

Tiny on the other hand goes all by herself, flushes, washes, then brings me the treat jar for a piece of candy. Little miss independent is ready to take over the world. Except for one, teensy weensy little problem...she has a gag reflex like no other. I cannot change the babies' diapers around her because her eyes water and she starts gagging; this awful noise coming from her gut scares me into yelling "TINY! go in the other room! I'm already cleaning up crap, I do NOT need to clean up puke as well!" Then I laugh because who says that?!

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Speaking of which, I have discovered some funny sounding words. Blockbuster for example. Say it a few times. It's weird. [blok-buhs-ter] Blockbuster. Or how about this word: Penis. That is a very funny sounding word. [pee-nis] Penis. I have to say it over and over to my four year old, and after a while, it sounds VERY WEIRD.