And K earwormed me with "The Wheels on the Bus" which is making me contemplate putting my head in the oven.

Oh man, you guys are in for it. Whether the Wiggles exist when you have toddlers or not. Nothing is as funny as my bad-ass brother humming preschool themes and then grimacing when he catches himself.

wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round

Damnit, K.

I think newborn pjs are so that parents can differentiate day from night.

Hampden is throwing down again this weekend. I think I shall seek out sushi and HON babystuff.

Argh! My early bedtime was going so well, but I could not resist the Top Chef! Oh, good times. I still wish Lee Anne could be their Tim Gunn.

The other thing that has been cracking me up today is the thought of Noah and his occupational therapist. I mean, for a preemie who weighs 5 lbs, what job is he really receiving therapy for? (Yes, I know. that's NOT what occupational therapy is about).

Is it hampdenfest this weekend, sara?

I was singing to Noah today and K was all, "what are you singing?"

me: "Silent Night."
K:"why?"
me:"It's one of the few non-Ani DiFranco songs I know the words to."'

That's when she earwormed me. Damn her.

Full-time work or work full time.

That's what logic tells me, but the second one just looks weird to me.

He's training to train his moms.

That's gotta be fun to describe at cocktail parties: I'm an occupational therapist for the NICU babies....

When I ran out of children's songs when the kids were babies, I used to sing the themes to the Brady Bunch and Gilligan's Island and Cheers.

As they get bigger you might want to put them into some of those display outfits, though frankly there's something to be said about long sleeved footie pajamas all day.

When Lillian was little, she lived in plain white Onesies and occasionally jeans when I wanted to tell people her drag king name was Liam.

My kids wore clothes from 9-12 today. Then, nekkid or diapers only. I love summer. I have kept them in footie pj's all day during winter.

Cash, that scares me because that's my future. As bad as things seem right now, at least they aren't completely mobile.

Maybe they'll be well-behaved, placid, non-destructive toddlers.

What?

It could happen.

Bwhahahahahaha.

she lived in plain white Onesies and occasionally jeans when I wanted to tell people her drag king name was Liam.

This is great! I'm all about onesies. It'll be hot enough here that onesies are about all they can handle.

But I have acquired some adorable cowboy themed clothes for Noah (and seriously? could anyone look LESS like a cowboy than Noah?) and some cute flamingo stuff for Grace.

Is it hampdenfest this weekend, sara?

It's either that or Honfest. I wasn't paying attention.

OK, so I can't sing for shit. But with Miss P, she loved singing. So she got lots of rounds of the Cowboy Junkies Mining for Gold. Yay asbestos lung disease? Hey, it's worked with all the babies I've cared for.

She also got parts of the plucking song in french. Je t'ai plumerai! Plumerai la tete! Alouette! Je t'ai plumerai! (spelling suspect.)

She's not too demented.