Friday, September 29, 2006

Dirty girls

Tonight, as Penny was kind of whining at dinner, I said, "Hey Penelope. Do you want to take a bath?" Actually, I was trying to figure out how much of what I say she understands.

So Carolyn, queen of the baths, says: Bath? How about me? I want to take a bath. Bath? You said "bath," right?

And then she says...

"I'm stinky too."

Sure Carolyn. You can take a bath. I wouldn't want you to walk around being stinky.

And just because I can't blog without saying so, my computer is still sick. Now, it's absurdly expensively sick. Maybe dying. Poor sick, expensive computer. Alas, poor Mac! I knew him Horatio.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

I'll stop complaining when it's fixed

So our technological inadequacies are at an all time high at this point, but there's hope on the horizon. The details are unimportant. All you need to know is that I am a very, very angry person.

Here's one for "Yes. We are horrible parents" file. Our dear, and very together Battle Creek friends, the Greenes, brought their very little son, Isaac, for a short visit this weekend. While tending to his every need they witnessed Carolyn try (repeatedly) to kill her sister: Penelope claw at little Isaac's forehead, leaving a nasty little scar: Carolyn bang on her bedroom door for an hour in protest of sleep: Penelope hit her upper lip in a fall and bleed for four, yes four, hours all over my new white shirt I miraculously got red wine stains out of not a week earlier: and a diaper rash that appeared inexplicately on Penelope and disappeared just as quickly the very next day.

Our mad house es su mad house.

The bloody Penelope thing reminded me of a time when Carolyn smacked her face against the floor of a store and bled as if all six of her teeth had been punched out. This very traumatic episode followed a less severe injury the month before when her face scraped up against a concrete sidewalk. That scratch looked bad for at least a week, while the profuse bleeding ended quickly with the slightly fattened lip shrinking the next day.

But at the time, I screamed at Steve to get her to the emergency room, which thankfully we decided against.

These little traumas have numbed us slightly to childhood injury. They've also lessened our fears of germs, rate of growth, eating habits, developmental milestones, other children and the long term effects of too much Caillou. But still, looking at perfect, tiny Isaac, you can't help but feel a tiny bit guilty as both our kids run around the living room in diapers while we nurse hangovers, especially in light of the showered, perky Greenes. I mentioned our kids weren't wearing pants, right?

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I need the computer and he needs me

So. I'm still going without. Well, not without completely. I pulled my dusty, reliable iMac out of the box with all of its 9.0 glory and am making due. It's just not very easy, what in today's world of X.

Anyway, I felt bad that I haven't blogged in so long. I'm probably going to be giving up one of my blogs after I get my laptop back, but that's neither here nor there.

What's new? Well, Penelope is totally crawling and cruising and all that fun stuff. She had an ear infection and broke out in an all-body rash five days after taking the antibotic. My kids have rashes. What can I say.

Carolyn's her typical funny self. She likes to pretend she's a baby, which I'm sure is a deep-seeded cry for help. She's recently started telling Penelope "Nanananana-No." She sings little high-pitched songs to herself and wanders around the house, much like Ophelia must have done before she drowned herself.

I turned 33 and got a Kitchen Aid mixer for my birthday. Now, I bake bread. Yum. Steve is going to a conference next week. Boo.

There's more, but no time before this computer crashes. Again.