Uh yeah - still reading this. Over and over.

Yes, I am currently reading "Curious George goes to the Hospital".  OVER and OVER and OVER.  I know parents always complain about reading the same book a lot, but this is ridiculous.  I literally read it five times in a row and before the last page even turns, Delaney is yelling "MORE AGAIN MOMMY!" at the top of her lungs. 

So today, at 2:15, after having read "Curious George goes to the Hospital" I think 17 times already this morning I told Delaney the book was broken.  I pretended to be struggling and not able to open the cover.  I even huffed and puffed and then said, "Yeah, sorry, it's broken".  I felt bad, but I knew I would go crazy if I had to read that book for one more second.  In my defense, I tried to read "Curious George goes to the Ice Cream Shop" and "Curious George goes to the Toy Store" but they would not do. 

I know this may seem trivial to other people.  But try reading a very long children's book over and over, and then enduring tantrums and kicking when you've finally read the book so much it "breaks".

I really wish she'd get more into the ABC book from the '70s that my mom saved from my childhood.  It's great because it is so un-PC.  It has "G is for Gun" and "I is for Indian" among others.  Too funny.

About 10 years ago, my aunt gave me a set of Warner Brothers 1974 cups and each had a different picture of Bugs Bunny, Wile E Coyote, etc.  I assumed they were worth some money so I moved them from place to place, state to state, apartment to apartment, house to house.  They would keep turning up and I'd yell at Jonathan not to touch them, break them, throw them out or try to sell them (he sold my vintage 70's Raggedy Ann Lunch Box at a yard sale for 25 cents - when the price tag I put on it said $25 dollars!)  But now, I've moved on from yard sales to eBay.  Unfortunately, I only got one bid so the glasses only sold for $.99 and I just guessed on the mailing costs.  To make a long story short, the glasses were not worth crap and I ended up PAYING some woman in Virginia about 50 cents to take these glasses off my hands after schlepping them all over the country for the past decade.  UGH.

To cheer myself up, I decided to cook my dear dad a birthday cake.  Delaney helped and then while she napped, I frosted it.  It was a good cake, and I was particulary proud of my frosting job.  I also was proud of my bright idea of storing the cake in the oven so that Delaney would not see it when she woke up and beg for a piece all afternoon.  Still high on the fact that I was able to bake a cake and take care of two kids, I got a little cocky when I was looking in the refrigerator.  There was a lonely chicken breast and I thought "OH - I'll just cook this up and make some chicken salad so we don't waste this solitary piece of chicken".  Turned the oven on pre-heat and went about my business.  About 7 minutes later there was black smoke pouring out of the oven, a horrible smell and the smoke alarm woke Delaney up.  Sure enough, I had forgotten the stupid cake in there and the frosting melted EVERYWHERE.  Total mess.  Luckily, the cake still tasted good. 

I figured it was blog-worthy to write that I have several titanium screws in my upper jaw.  I had to get an x-ray of my head on Tuesday (long story) and I had TOTALLY forgotten that I have these screws (again, long story).   It kind of made me jump at first. God, I used to tell strangers on the street about them and spend sleepless nights worrying about the screws coming loose or the titanium disintegrating before I died or forgetting to tell the attendant before I got an MRI.  But now it's like - "Holy Crap! What are those things in my head!!!???!"

If I was not so lazy, I'd scan the x-ray and post it.  It is cool.

Instead, I'll post this picture of what I discovered Delaney doing right after I congratulated myself on her "playing quietly upstairs alone" while I was working. 

She's in the big mimicking phase right now.  And apparently she thinks I put lipstick on like a clown.  I don't know who she is mimicking by putting the lipstick on the toilet seat, probably her father....

I know I told everyone last weekend that I had the exact same shoes as the newly metrosexual Andrew B. Geiser. 

Here's the proof! 

Andy, THEY ARE WOMEN'S SHOES!

Well, this picture says it all and encompasses all .79 seconds of last weekend's EJH (Everything Jim Hates) Fest in Albany, NY.  What was originally going to be a weekend filled with EJH like tuna, sweatpants and posters with the lyrics to "I Hope You Dance" on them was shrunken down to this moment.  

THINGS THAT ARE GREAT ABOUT THIS PICTURE/MOMENT:

1.  Jim is really 30 - note hair loss!

2.  The video he unwrapped is called "Power Aging" and was wrapped in Teddy Bear wrapping paper with a festive curly bow.

3.  He is laughing really hard. 

4.  His cheeks are flushed due to the travel martini bar that can be seen in the background.

5.  It captures his tasteful "metrosexuality" in the green sweater and orange collared shirt ensemble.  For more on dis-tasteful metrosexuality, see my next post.

Hmmm my blog posts don't seem to be attracting too many eprops.  And I think my dad is the only one who is regularly following my blog anyway.  Maybe I need to start talking about things like Britany Spears and the Olympics to generate an audience.  For now, I guess I'll just continue to post funny pictures of my dad's grandkids.  

There is so much supposed "research" about the plethora of things you should be introducing to your baby (i.e. multiple languages, classical music, green vegetables, etc) and how it will affect and fulfill their adult life.  However, I wonder if the clothes that babies wear as infants have any impact on their adult personality.  Maybe I'll start doing a study.  In the meantime, we will continue to dress David in these little "wife beater" tank tops!

I tried to distract

Delaney with an art project so that I could cook dinner. 

I handed her the markers and paper and turned around.  I walked to the fridge, removed my ingredients and turned back around to see this..........

How cute are these kids!??!???  I came downstairs yesterday to hear Delaney yelling, "MOMMY POOOOOOPIE! MOMMY POOOOOPIE!" and to see her little potty chair flipped open in the kitchen.  I froze and slowly peeked around the corner, fully expecting the worse.  Instead, I saw Delaney dumping her own poop into the big toilet and flushing.  I was so impressed and excited that a) she had taken the initiative to do her business on the potty when I wasn't even on the same floor and b) that she dumped it out without making any kind of mess!  I told her I was so proud that I was going to buy her a car, but she was not too impressed.

Busy day.  Trying to potty train my 23 month old daughter and nurse my 6 week old son at the same time.  Man is my back sore!