Curse of the Cursor

When was the last time I actually wrote anything here? Like more than a paragraph? Aside from Random Tuesday and the occasional photo, I've been floating since well before the baby was born. I should really write something. It's not like I don't have plenty of material. Like the other night  when Supreme Leader whispered to Finn that she might accidentally suffocate daddy in his sleep. That's good material. Disturbing, but quality stuff. I'm not sure if that had anything to do with when I rushed into the bathroom with the baby to take a picture of the two of us in the mirror without considering that she was in the shower at the time. She can be really touchy sometimes.


I could write about the interview I had last Monday, how it went really well because the interviewer was so easy to talk to that I didn't forget everything that I usually try to remember but completely forget because I get so nervous, but that would probably curse it and I've been let down too many times in the last year to get overly excited about it. 


Or how about my oldest son who gets hardly any press anymore? 

Sorry, dude, but the two little guys just have a higher cuteness factor right now and I can still get your brother Liam to do just about anything in a picture.                                                                          

                                                    (Darth Maul olive lightsaber)


Besides, you were first born and we'll always have more baby photos of you than both of your brothers put together. Start letting me dress you in crazy things again and we'll talk. 


Then there's always my current job where I spend a good deal of my shift writing stories for the boys on small pieces of paper while pretending to do other things. Oh ya, I'm getting paid to write. 


Speaking of writing, I have to write a review for Julia of Our Simple Life who sent me a copy of the children's book she just published. That probably deserves its own post though.


And, of course, there's always the crazy stuff that the boys say, like when Connor and Liam were describing a mission in Mario Galaxy where they hit the bad guy in the private parts until he gets mad. It's actually a large ball on the end of his tail, but some things don't need to be corrected. At least not right away.

Ya, I really need to write something, but until Finn can make it through the night without feeding every five minutes, or demanding to stay awake with daddy to see what's on late night then I'm going to keep falling back on gratuitous shots of him.

Cause this is exactly how I feel 24/7 right now. Oh, and I guess Supreme Leader does too.