Safely home from Chicago. The drive back was very interesting. Traffic was light, but I could see a massive storm front up by the Wisconsin/Illinois border as I was driving. Some miles out of Rockford I started seeing gigantic lightning strikes coming down from the clouds, the ones with multiple branches that look like electric trees growing upside down out of the clouds. I never heard any thunder, just saw the lightning. I was worried about a possible torrential downpour and/or getting struck by lightning, but it only spattered for a little and I drove out of it. Never left the lightning behind, though, but it did change from ground strike lightning to cloud-to-cloud lightning, which left the clouds glowing in the aftermath. Fun drive home, I felt like I had my own light show to guide me.
As for the weekend, well, as reported it was teh awesome. It was great getting to meet Kathy A, seeing Val again, shopping and schmoozing and slounging at will. ChiKat and I did the serious slounge today. Neither of us were out of jammies until nearly 5 o'clock and I admitted I did have to go home sometime. So, here I am, home, safe, bored.
IcatchingupwithBuffistaN:
Cass, healthy-baby~ma to your new neice and nephew.
Emmett and Matilda are absolutely adorable. Good genes there (take that as you will, Hec. Hee.)
Cash, getting your revenge on is the best medicine. And you don't even need a vengence demon to help.
I'm feeling rather gronk-filled, but um, imagine me inserting -ma and other exclamatory or congratulatory stuff below:
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which is to say, I read posts! they just didn't stay in my head long, because my brain is full.
which is to say, I read posts! they just didn't stay in my head long, because my brain is full.
Aw, it is Sunday gronk post-onified...
meara, we love you even when you can't meara.
I have reached an all-time low.
I am excited to announce that Em went pee pee in her potty.
This was the most exciting thing that happened all day yesterday.
I am excited to announce that Em went pee pee in her potty.
That's damn exciting. Go Em!
When she poops in the pot and wipes her own butt? Round of tequila shots on me.
Just had this conversation with Emmett.
Me: Next Sunday you're with Mommy but she's going to the last baby shower for Matilda. You can hang out with me while they're at the shower. Or you can go if you want. But you have to know it'll be a fairly formal, grownup party.
Emmett:
[brightly]
Will the baby be there?
Me: Yes.
Emmett: Then I want to go. She's my homeboy. Err...Homegirl.
[turning to Matilda]
Hey Homie! I'm gonna call her homebaby.
Unfortunately, Joe and I praised her so much, we freaked her out and she started crying.
I suspect that she'll never do it again.
IOEmelineNews, she has become very attached to two balls that came with this spiral tower thingie she got last year. She won't do anything without them. If she can't find them or doesn't have them, she wails, "WANT BALLS WANT BALLS!"
Joe looked at me and said, "That's your kid."
Aw, homebaby. Teh cute!
Pee-pee in the potty! Whoohoo!
