Tubthumping

Guess who discovered shaving cream? Looks like he's getting his forehead, in addition to the beard. Then again, maybe his brother did it.

Can't wait to show this picture to their future dates. Don't think I'm above it.

Dear Blackberry: I hate you.

Here's me and my Blackberry.

Sometime between 8:34 Sunday, when I checked my email and thought, "I really don't need all of these emails from Spotify" and 9:00, when we rolled out the door late to Sunday School, it disappeared into a black hole that has previously swallowed my father-in-law's keys and my Cindy Morgan songbook.

I. am. furious.

I have been over every inch of this house and our van trying to find that stupid phone. I called it probably thirty times, until it began going straight to voicemail this afternoon. I have taken everything out of the trash, piece by piece. I have looked in air vents. I have taken apart furniture. Literally disassembled it. I found a plastic drumstick, a baby spoon, a light-up key chain, two ink pens, and a substantial amount of strawberry pop tart.

And yet, no Blackberry.

I am super mad that I have to actually check my email at a computer. I am super-super mad that my 5408 score on Word Mole is gone. I am super-super-super mad that I can't access E! online for Blackberry, because I don't have a Blackberry. And now I'll never know who Toothy Tile is.

Tyler would say that anger is a secondary emotion, and that what I am really feeling is sad about the loss of my phone, with whom I literally spent more time than any single member of my family.

And I would say to him, shut up and help me find my phone. But then I'd apologize because that's a nasty thing to say to the person who spent the better part of last night checking my purse for holes in the lining.

I suppose tomorrow I'll go down to Verizon and get a new smart phone, which I will absolutely hate because it's not my smart phone. The one that has all of the pictures of my sweet babies on it, plus about a dozen pictures of Noah's legs because he likes to borrow it and take pictures of himself. Because underneath all of the fury, I really love my Blackberry.

Come home to me, Blackberry. I miss you.

Roshon Gets Down

Noah loves Dancing With the Stars so much that he's asked us to start calling him "Roshon Fegan." Incidentally, he also refers to me as "Chelsie Hightower" and Andy as "Baby Derek." Tyler is Maks.

This video is Noah queuing up his favorite Roshon and Chelsie song on Spotify and then dancing his legs off. I'm equally impressed by his technology skills and his ability to navigate a floor littered with debris. Most, though, I'm impressed by his sick dance moves.

In the words of Lil Mama: "This is very consistent wit its cleanness. I don't know if that's politically correct, but ain gonna use that."

Up All Night

"It's not fair," I mumble to Tyler as I stumble into the living room. "I'm up half the night rocking one baby, and the moment he goes to sleep, the other one is poking me in the face, saying, "I want to see your eyes."

Tyler looks at me thoughtfully. "You know what's not fair?" He asks. "Being a double amputee."

Backyardigans

Dem Babies

I have some great kids.

Things I learned at today's SIC kid's fair:

1. Noah is still afraid of mascots. (But really, they are creepy.) This is Noah doing one of his periodic scans for either the Ameren bee or the SIC falcon. Pizza head did not attend.


2. That lion hat is still a crowd pleaser -- I'm so glad I found it shoved in a kitchen cabinet last week! I actually had a lady shouting to me from her car about the hat today -- a first for us.


3. Speaking of still works -- the bubble train never gets old. The bubble train music, on the other hand, is straight out of a 1962 prom.

4. The best take away, according to Noah, was a bag of popcorn from HMC. Not the candy or the toys. Not even the book from the library, which is what I would have picked.

5. And finally, speaking of reading -- read your material before you take it, and definitely before you make a big deal about taking it. Here's the one pamphlet I picked up. I thought it was about helping kids who accidentally injest poisons. It's actually about how to apply for WIC. So now I know about that, too.

We're already pumped about next year's fair!