37 plus one

Why would I get two phone calls from two different insurance companies on my birthday? Are they trying to tell me something? Should I have done some bulk buying instead of telling them to piss off since they were calling during dinner? I didn't check my horoscope yesterday, what did I miss? Sigh. I'll miss you all.

37 year old patella's

Liam and Dad, originally uploaded by zoo.keeper.

I was conceived in September of 1969, born in May of 1970. This morning as I was walking down the stairs to turn on the coffee machine I could feel each and every one of those years in my knees. Each jump off of something too high to be jumped off of. Each bike accident. Every 10k I've done. Every stupid thing I've ever done that's put excessive strain on them. Sorry boys, happy birthday.

Test, and a request for help

DSC01348, originally uploaded by zoo.keeper.

Obviously this child is insane and rabid, but special in his own special way. I love my rabidly insane child to bits but have found the area of discipline to be a problem that is only getting worse. His older brother could be sent to time out with some stern words and the evil eye and he would dutifully cry and be remorseful. Liam does not care. Time out is a game. Probably because he's seen his brother sent there so many times he thinks it's something fun he wants to be a part of. Being sent up to his room and put in his crib is equally useless. This is just an opportunity to test the spring in his mattress. Or pull the sheets off. Corporal punishment is also ineffective. A smack in the ass is useless due to the absorbancy of his diaper. Even when he's doing something like kicking me while I'm changing his diaper and I can get some skin on skin, he doesn't care. He thinks it's a game! Argh! I'll take any suggestions, unless it's something ridiculous like maybe I should try talking to him. He's two. People that suggest this either do not have children or are developing future criminals. Throw me a bone. Anyone.

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Waiting for poo...

It's 10:13am on a holiday Monday, Mommy is in bed sleeping off her night shift and Daddy and the boys are going to the mall. After they've pooed. Because I know it's coming. Nothing happened yesterday and I don't want to be taking them out of their car seats once we've arrived and be gifted with that. I've got some Activa in the fridge, how fast does that stuff work?

We need to get out of the house. Bern needs some quiet so she can get some sleep. It rained all of yesterday and the boys were getting a little stir crazy. We bundled them up and took them for a walk last night so they could get rid of some of that pent up energy and jump in some puddles. Hmm... wonder how many images I can have in here? Let's see.