At least you aren't stripping paint?
I'd trade you at this point. You take the twin 3 year olds, one with insurance issues, both of whom would like to help me type and I'll strip paint.
In other news, Noah just told me,
"Mom. You will never yell me at again. That's not nice."
um. Whatever.
Also, Pix, next week we should go to the Thursday South Pasadena farmer's market together as the pupusas there are to die for.
Aims, I am your friend's newest fan. The routine and the blog are both fucking brilliant (heh).
Ahahah! Yes, Noah, and you will always do what is asked...
Mmmm, pupusas... I still haven't treated myself to a birthday dinner. OTOH, I just spent $55 on a gallon of paint stripper, so maybe that counts?
Also, Grace just split my lip open with her big fucking head.
Time for everyone to watch Kai Lan.
Boo!
You might need a facemask.
Ouch, Kat! Grace be nice to your mom, she is working very hard for you.
Seriously!
And the trach masks they were supposed to send were replaced with even more dinosaur nebulizer masks. We took five of them to the pediatrician today and I have to go back and pick up a form so maybe I'll give him this load too.