I've been pressured into joining the Facebook cult

Well that's a real timesuck isn't it?

Not sure I'll keep up with it - after all I have this blog thing going now, too, right? Seems like a lot of work and I've never been known for my love of work. Mister Lawyer would tell you that's the understatement of the year.

Anyway, there's not much on there that's not on here so I'm not sure what the use will be....the comment wall thing is cute, but you can leave comments here too, people!

And I joined under a somewhat false name anyway so I can't be found by anyone I don't want finding me. It's not paranoid, it's just practical. I have no desire to be BFFEAEAEAE with everyone I was in 5th grade with and I have a hard time turning people down, so this eliminates that problem.

You're wishing you had thought of it, no?

If you are reading this, there's a decent chance I'm not hiding from you, just for the record. I'm not completely antisocial, I just don't like to have to deal with people.

Guess Who Slept All Night?

In her very own bed in her very own room?

We had a difficult period getting her down due to the cold, but she slept from about 10:00pm until almost 5:00am which is nothing short of a miracle. She was woken by the elder Beastling at 6:00am but she went back to bed until 8:57.

She then had almost a three hour nap today.

I'm not sure if it's due to her being sick or not, but this is working for me.

Speaking of sleeping, here is the 3 year old plum tuckered out yesterday. He must have slept like that for an hour and a half. I should have moved him to his comfy bed, but something of a quasi-scientific interest in his position compelled me otherwise.

Well now I feel guilty

for complaining about my notsleepy babe yesterday. She's sick and was up all night with all the snuffles and the wuffles and the sadnesses.

But she is, also, at this very minute sleeping. Where? In her very own crib (yes, crib!) in her very own room. Not in the pack and play in our room. Not in our bed. She's been down for 45 min so far. And counting.

If this goes well, we might give her the permanent boot tonight. I'm not sure if I have the fortitude, to be honest, but it sure sounds attractive.

Mister Lawyer and I used to read before bed. Books without pictures that didn't have rhyming verse. Since Babybeast, we are stuck going to bed in the pitch black for fear of waking her. The thought of being able to read again is very exciting. I'll try to remember to post a photo of Mister Lawyer's To Be Read pile. You will be horrified - it's several feet tall. Heck, I'm horrified and I live with it.

For now, I'll be happy if I can get another half hour of nap out of her. Fingers crossed, people!

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Here you go. This is his pile of accumulated materials that need to be read. Technically it's only one of several piles. And that box at the top is a recent shipment from Barnes & Noble.

Sleeps Like A Baby

If "sleeps like a baby" means getting up every hour on the hour, wailing at the top of her lungs, farting, and then demanding food, then yes, she does.

Peanut, Peanut Butter, Jelly....

First you take the peanuts
And you crunch 'em,
You crunch 'em
First you take the peanuts
And you crunch 'em,
You crunch 'em You crunch 'em crunch 'em crunch 'em

For your peanut, peanut butter
Jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
Jelly

Then you take the grapes
And you squish 'em,
You squish 'em
Then you take the grapes
And you squish 'em,
You squish 'em You squish 'em squish 'em squish 'em

For your peanut, peanut butter
Jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
Jelly

Then you take the bread
And you spread it,
You spread it
Then you take the bread
And you spread it,
You spread it You spread it spread it spread it

For your peanut, peanut butter
Jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
Jelly

Then you take your sandwich
And you eat it,
You eat it
Then you take your sandwich
And you eat it,
You eat it You eat it eat it eat it

'Cause its peanut, peanut butter
Jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
And jelly!

Then you take your mouth
And you wipe it,
You wipe it
Then you take your mouth
And you wipe it,
You wipe it You wipe it wipe it wipe it

'Cause its peanut, peanut butter
Jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
And jelly!

Yes I want one. No I cannot have one. We have no nut products in the house, thanks to the three year old and his potentially fatal allergies. *Sigh*

Sometimes I sneak out to the grocery store and eat a Reese's on the way home. And then wash my hands like they are covered in Anthrax spores. Shhh....don't tell anyone.

The Dreaded Lurgy

Alas, we are infected with it. I know you Americans are confused and horrified - "oh dear, that sounds bad, doesn't it?" I grew up with this phrase - my brother knows what I'm talking about, "Not The Lurgy (shudder with mock horror!)" Yes, well we have it. But I think we'll make it. Luckily we are armed with Robitussin, orange juice, PBS Kids On Demand, and a pizza delivery joint just down the street.

Down with The Lurgy!

We will survive.