Where I use very bad inuendos way too much.

So, a dear, dear man named Lioux recently graced my mailbox with his package. It was a great package. I was excited to see his package! I had incredibly high hopes for his package! His package made me smile. When he sent it he hinted that his package might even double my pleasure and double my fun. I was intrigued and anxious.

I grabbed his packed swiftly, yet gently and brought into the house. I quickly looked for some scissors (heh) so I could get into his package easily. Then, at that moment the scissors started slicing the package I found that his package was full of confetti. Can you imagine anticipating a package and longing for what is inside, only to be greeted with confetti?

Well, it wasn’t only confetti. He did deliver on his promise. I did recieve double the pleasure, double the fun… but the confetti kind of took the wind from my sail.

After my hands, floor, counters, lap and everything in between was sufficiently covered in gold super-strength confetti that is thinner than a human hair, I found my true pleasure inside his package. Two of his band’s latest CD’s. One for me and one for someone to whom I deem worthy enough to get it.

I instantly threw the CD into my computer so I could listen and the amazement and joy continued. The CD is everything I wanted it to be and more.

THANK YOU LIOUX!!!

But, I will never forget the fact that you sent that confetti and I will haunt you in your dreams.

And, thanks for making my dog shit glitter. His poop is pretty now.

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And on one final note, my inner captain idiot strikes again…

I came home from dropping the boys off at school and set my phone down on the table. Then, husband called me on that phone. I sat down at my computer and started talking to him and then realized, I couldn’t find my phone. So, I went back to the table where I had set it down and began looking for it again. Then I checked the kitchen. SHIT! Where the hell is my phone?! I just had the damn thing!

OH! Yeah, that’s right… IT IS ON MY FRIGGIN’ EAR!!!

That just may be my dumbest move yet. But I’m sure I can top it in a few weeks.
Next up: Pictures of me from high school. Heh. This will be painful, for you and me.

Where my life becomes bullets… (updated with pics)

… even in the metaphorical sense.

Bang Bang.

• Spent Friday afternoon in urgent care. Me with two restless boys. Ugh.
• Find out that DramaBoy has hand/foot/mouth disease. Not to be confused with hoof and mouth or mad cow.
• No treatment. Thankyouverymuch.
• Got my wine on Saturday night.
• On the way home, see small dog trotting down middle of dark country road. Make friends stop so I can get out in my dress and wedge sandals to try and catch dog to save his/her life. Did I mention we were in the middle of nowhere?
• Jog carefully down road to try and coax dog to me. A car passes by the other way probably thinking I’m a hooker or just simply crazy.
• Spend Sunday exhausted and drained for an inexplicable reason. No, it wasn’t a hangover.
• Detailed inside of my SUV and SIL’s car that I am borrowing for a few days.
• Vacuum, spot treat stains, scrub, wipe, vacuum more, febreeze… cars all clean.
• Watched the horrendous end to the Bear’s game. Swore like a sailor at the t.v. Didn’t help. *#*@!
• Bang Bang Bang!
• Monday. It was a total Monday.
• Monster was evil.
• Kept DramaBoy home from school again.
• Could not reach AT&T, AGAIN!
• Monster was evil.
• Dragged arse all day long.
• Went to Walmart.
• By some odd twist of fate, I see the same two women whom I rear ended at the bank a few months ago in line behind me.
• Consider saying, “Hey! Remember me! I rammed your bumper 3 months ago and we totally screamed at each other in the bank’s drive-thru!”
• Leave Walmart with cranky kids in tow.
• End up behind the same car with the same two women again and even spy my little ding in their bumper.
• Chuckle to myself.
• After dinner took boys down to neighbor’s to feed cats (I’m catsitting my neighbor’s cats for 2 weeks).
• Suggest that hubs bring Murray to run in their back yard (Neighbors said we could do that while they are gone because they have a fence, we don’t).
• Murrinator happily runs and plays in back yard.
• BANG BANG BANG BANG!
• Murrinator finds pile of raccoon poop and rolls in it.
• Changed name of law from Murphy’s to Murray’s.
• Washed dog off in neighbor’s hose.
• Bring home a wet and smelly dog and husband.
• The evening goes up in flames from there.
• Get boys in shower. They fight. And cry. Nonstop.
• Murray stinks worse.
• Find puppy shampoo and send hubs back to neighbors to give dog a bath (Our outside spicket is broken).
• Boys continue to piss and moan in shower while I’m trying to play referee, maid and wife.
• Attempt to put very tired and cranky boys to bed by myself. Heh.
• Read Curious George to Monster.
• He screams and cries for more while I try to go put DramaBoy to bed.
• Better smelling but still wet dog and husband come home.
• Hubs comes to aid my failed putting-boys-to-bed skills.
• House gets quiet after the most exhausting 2 hours we have spent in awhile.
• After a long long long long long wait, we watch Heroes premiere.
• It’s the first awesome thing to happen in 4 days.
• Go to bed.
• Wake up today.
• SIL brings Deuce, the spastic, anxious, ADHD, schizophrenic, sociopath dog over so I can dog sit him today because if he is left alone he might escape and take over the world.
• Realize that I already own a spastic, anxious ADHD dog and that I have a very small house.
• Start writing this post.
• BAAAAAANNNNNG!
• Hear strange noise.
• Get up to find Deuce the SAASSD halfway through my kitchen window with his ass in the air and back paws on window sill.
• Quickly grab dog’s collar to try and stop him.
• He won’t budge because he’s hanging on too tightly to the window sill.
• Finally pull him back through the window.
• Laugh hysterically because, really, it was hilarious (You would have to know Deuce. He is a Houdini and I happen to absolutely adore this SAASSD).
• Deuce seems quite bummed that I foiled his escape.
• Me 1 – Dog 0
• The day is still young. It’s only 10am.
• Go through entire house and push screens up so I can open windows from top to prevent another escape attempt.
• Now I have two spastic, anxious, ADHD dogs tearing through my house and by the end of the day I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to make about 100 dog-hair rugs for underprivileged people without rugs.
• Already have headache at 10:15am.
• Have to make about 372 phone calls today.
• Should clean up dog hair, but really, why?
• Have a boatload of laundry to do.
• Have to keep DramaBoy home from school again because I can’t leave the SAASSD unattended and I’m not taking him with me and getting hair all over the cars I spent Sunday afternoon cleaning.
• I’m biting holes in my lips because I’m stressed, or something.
• And finally, I have to start my final paper for my History class sometime soon because it’s due on Sunday.

Because there was just no other way to explain the last 4 days of my life.

**Update

The escape path –

The wouldbe escapee –

“I would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for your damn meddling. Now go get me a bone, bitch.”

I love that dawg. Truly. No one can ever love the Dukie like me. No one. To bad my SIL won’t give him to me.

Comic Relief

Monster let the dog out the front door today, mostly on accident and mostly because he is a kid and not very fast at getting out the door before the dog.

The dog took off. Evil, EVIL dog!

I had just finished applying my hair color. I was also in my dark plaid pajama pants and an old t-shirt. My hair was matted, wet and goopy. I had no choice but to pursue the dog in my unpleasant condition. I threw a bright blue scarf on my head in order to mask the matted, wet and goopy hair and proceded out the door after the evil, EVIL dog. You can bet I was the envy of the neighborhood with my stellar looks of the moment.

The evil, EVIL dog was found, two blocks away and I drug the evil, EVIL dog’s ass home. Thoroughly embarrassed.

Kids and dogs have a way of not letting you forget that life never stops, no matter what is happening around you.

This is where I learn a martial art… maybe like being a ninja

You know those silly commercials you see where the children are running around the house going mad and knocking things over and spilling things and screaming and laughing? One that comes to mind is this Progressive commercial…

Or this one…

In the past I used to think that they were exaggerated depictions of children and that anyone who really did have kids like that were probably bad parents.

Then my boys reached 2 1/2 and almost 4.

That is when my life became one of those commercials.

Lately it seems the boys have nothing but sugar running through their veins. High quality, sold on the black market, measured in kilos, sugar. There is a lot of running, evil giggling, screaming, throwing of objects and much more.

Just when I thought I had regained control of the boys and have been a mother that I am proud to be, I seem to have lost my grip on my children, again.

The other day I walked out into the livingroom and found Monster holding a vase of flowers over his head. Instead of freaking out and thus making him think it was hilarious and perfectly acceptable to throw it down on the floor, I calmly walked over to him and took it away and said that it wasn’t a good idea for him to play with that.

A few days later that vase was broken into several pieces because Dramaboy was flinging around these lightweight flying disk thingy-muh-jiggies and hit that vase. Dramaboy actually came up to me and told me he broke something and that he was “very very sorry.” That much was sweet, and he didn’t get into trouble for it, but he did get reprimanded.

The boys have also taken up the art of spitting. They love spitting at each other at the dinner table, they love taking drinks and spitting it back into their cups, or at each other. They love running around the house while doing a difficult combo of screaming-raspberries-giggle. They have perfected it.

They enjoy throwing their rather large fire trucks onto the floor and giggling because for some reason it’s that funny. As an adult, I just find it loud. Really loud.

This morning we pretty much reached the pinnacle of insanity.

The boys found that playing with empty, plastic milk gallons was a lot of fun. This was in the pre-rinsed-out-and-throw-them-into-the-recycling-bag stage. Translation, a scant of milk was left in each of the empty gallons. I walked into the kitchen to take control of the situation, as minor as it was, and tell them to put the gallons in the recycle bag.

Dramaboy decided this was the perfect time to deliberately turn the gallon over and pour out the remaining milk right onto my floor. As I’m yelling at him to stop that he laughs. He laughs hard. Then, as I’m lunging towards him with venom dripping from my fangs walking towards him he does it again, and laughs even harder.

The angrier I get, the more the boys seem to laugh. The other day, Dramaboy started running in circles in the lobby of our village hall. I am talking through my clenched teeth for him to knock it off and get back over here and he decides that is the funniest thing he has ever seen. I step out of line to grab him and he erupts into belly laughter; because for some reason, a pissed off mom talking through her teeth with fire coming out of her nose is really, really funny.

Don’t even get me started on Monster. That kid is 2 1/2 and does not like being told to do anything. He will flatly look at you and say “NO!” when ever the mood strikes. Even if you are threatening him with a spank or a time out or grounding until he is 25. He does not care. He will even continue to say no through tears and he will refuse to do what he is told. Other times, when you yell at him or sound angry with him he will laugh, because he thinks it’s funny.

And there is of course the DEMBD syndrome (do everything my brother does). Monster has to mimick everything DramaBoy does. This means if DramaBoy is doing something wrong like pouring milk onto the floor, Monster has to copy. Then, all of sudden it seems like I am transported from the room and my voice falls silent because even though I’m standing there, yelling at them, they are just laughing and continuing with the activity as if I were never there.

Some of you might be thinking, well, kick their asses! Others might be thinking, well, the boys are merely feeding off of your frustration and this translates into erratic behavior. Still some of you might be wondering why I wouldn’t just take the milk gallons away from them. The rest of you might be laughing at me and think this is funny.

So, allow me to lay it out… I have two boys. This means as I’m lunging for one, the other has taken off laughing and mocking me. As soon as I get a hold of the one child and remove the object in question, then he takes off and they split up. This creates enough of a diversion for their escape to become successful. Have you ever watched a movie where they say something to the effect of, “you go this way, I’ll go that way…  they can’t get us both!” My kids must have seen those movies too.

As they split up and escape my wrath usually one of them has already found something else to do to piss me off and is laughing incessantly about it. Put out one fire only to have another fire spark… it becomes a vicious cycle of insanity.

This is the part where I fall to the floor in heap of tears and wonder how I’m going to survive… psyche! This is actually the part I where I strap on my helmet and shoulder pads and scream things like “Is that all you got!” and “I’ve got 110 pounds on you boy…!”

We also have the sibling rivalry to contend with. You know, like when one kid picks up his brother’s favorite toy and then the other kid sees that his brother has his favorite toy and this causes an immediate and disturbingly ugly panic attack which involves screaming, tears, flailing arms and rigorous jumping up and down. I get tired just from laughing at him during these episodes.

Then, then there is the dog. Murray Von Furryberg. Murray is like another toddler in the house. He’s a sloppy drinker, always wants to eat and he breaks things. He also likes to do doggie wind-sprints through my small house with hardwood floors. Do you know those doggie wind-sprints? The ones where the dog is trying to run so fast that his ass is tucked up under his tummy and then he hits a small area rug and loses his traction and skids into the stove, or dresser or dining table on the rug as if he were surfing? Or where he tears up the stairs slides on the small rug into the dresser, bounces off, shakes it off and turns around and flies down the stairs basically only touching the top stair and bottom stair. You don’t know that? Well, you haven’t met my dog.

I won’t even mention the fact that I can’t even use the bathroom without either a dog or a toddler talking me through the moment. If I even dare lock the door then generally the smaller of the two toddlers is yanking on the doorknob and crying for me while the other one thinks this is his chance to scan the fridge for anything solid or liquid to ingest quickly before I emerge from the bathroom and bust him.

Did I mention the kids seem to always be hungry? Like always? Like, Monster will finish his second bowl of cereal at 9am and by 9:15am he is asking me for “lunch or a sandwich or toast or something?” That is the boy’s favorite thing to say… “can we have <insert food or drink of choice> or something?” Only, they ask this like 50 times a day! If they could play and sleep in the refrigerator they would!

Does Target sell adult-sized shin pads, helmets and shoulder pads or something?

At least I know I wasn’t Asian in a previous life.

I can’t cook rice for shit. No matter how many times the hubs has told me how to do it and no matter how many times I have attempted, it pretty much ends up ruined.

Thank goodness that this currently ruined batch is for the dog.

I forgot to buy dog food today. I forget a lot of things… which pretty much rules out being an elephant in a former life, too. So, in my attempt to redeem myself in the Murrinator’s eyes, I cooked him dinner: a half-ass batch of undercooked and slightly burnt white rice, with a side of carrots.

Now, go ahead, ask me how I can undercook yet burn rice and I will reply with something like the ubiquitous catch phrase of 2007 that everyone uses in an attempt to sound cool, even lamo moms like myself… “I have mad skillz”. Skills must be spelled with a Z in order to maximize the hip factor.

If I were Asian in a previous life then I probably died of starvation. But I bet I was hot!

So, I have made the dog rice and boiled carrots for his dinner but I’ll be damned if I know what the family is eating! That is hub’s job anyway. But, even he doesn’t know what to make.

There is always cereal for dinner. The boys love that. I’m kind of thinking that a glass of wine and an Excedrin will work for me though.

“Two toddlers and a Golden Retriever walk into a bar…”

… the one toddler says, “GIMME A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH!”. The other toddler just stands there grinning with ginormous green boogers oozing out of his nose. Just then, the Golden snatches the peanut butter sandwich from the one toddler, licks the boogers from the other toddler and promptly takes a crap on the floor. The end.

Okay, so it wasn’t a bar. It was actually my house. And, okay, it didn’t happen just like this but all events did and DO happen daily. DAILY.

The First Day of the New Year

It is fairly safe to say that I am quite possibly having an out of body experience. I feel completely elated, optomistic, jovial, motivated and generally happy. I may or may not have had my body invaded by aliens from the Land of Perfect (c/o – the Walgreen’s commercials).

2007 ended on such a great and subtle happy note and 2008 rolled in much the same way. This is quite a departure from our last several new year’s. In the past they have ended poorly and begun quite poorly. Granted, we are only one day into this new year, but the jovial nature of it all has us quite optimistic for the rest of the year. Maybe this is a good omen and will get our frame of minds set in a much better place so we can deal with the bad as it comes in a more positive approach.

First off, we actually stayed awake until midnight this time! Generally we are shuffling the tired and cranky kids home around 11:30pm from down the block and we are in bed by 11:45pm. But, this year, the kids, us and our friends all made it! We packed up the kids around 12:45am and headed home and we were all in bed by 1am. Accomplishment number one for 2008!

Secondly, hubs and I both completed our “lists” for 2008 and made some resolutions as well. Our lists are basically things we want to accomplish this year. It’s like a goal list that people make for life, but we take it one year at a time. We did this for the first time last year and actually crossed off several things from our list and it felt great. There are things like home improvements on the list and special weekend trips we want to take. We just keep it simple and within our means. For 2008 hub’s and my list are both over 12 items… the idea was to make one for each month, but we both extended it a tad.

Thirdly, it has been snowing for 24 hours now. It all started yesterday around 4pm and quickly began accumulating. It was snowing hard as we left for our friend’s house last night and still coming down as we headed home. This morning we woke up to a gorgeous white blanket of snow and I realized it was still lightly falling. The snow has been lightly falling and dusting the fresh tire tracks and footprints all day. The scene that mother nature created last night was yet another beautiful omen for a great 08! I LOVE snow. I love watching the snow fall even more. So, as I stood in our friend’s kitchen last night sipping a sweet mixed drink, listening to my kids play in the basement with the other kids and partaking in the laughter and adult conversation upstairs I found myself zoning out and just staring out the window. The snow flakes were big and fluffy and falling heavily against the light outside of the house while we were all celebrating inside in the warmth with the people we care about.

It honestly felt like a perfect Rockefeller moment. I could not have dreamed of a better New Year’s night to end my year.

This morning we woke up early, (c/o – MONSTER!) and I just took in the white, serene streets outside. If you live in an area that gets snow then you may notice the same thing I do. Snow is quiet. It is everything serene. Next time it snows, step outside of your house and just listen. No matter what time of day it is you’ll see that it’s quiet. It is as if the snow muffles every single noise and takes it away. The falling of snow is the most peaceful thing in the world. So, I could not help myself this morning… the snow was still falling lightly and I wanted to be out in it. I grabbed the leash, told hubs I was going for a nice walk with my dog and we headed out.

The temperature was about 18 degrees but I was bundled up well. The dog was just happy to be out for a walk and he bounced all over the snow-covered sidewalks yet to be shoveled. We made the first tracks of the day along our neighborhood sidewalks. I waved to a man out shoveling bright and early and had a nice 15-minute conversation with another neighbor I had yet to meet. He was a nice man who wanted to meet my dog so we began talking. A new year, a new friend.

As I was walking I was just breathing in the fresh, cold air and marveling at the beauty of my neighborhood when it’s blanketed in snow. See, I love my neighborhood in the Summer, Spring and Fall. But in the winter it becomes this picture perfect place. I love living here. So, today I thought I would snap a few pics with my camera phone to capture a little bit of what I see every day.

This morning was another wonderful way to begin this new year.

My first favorite site…. a snow flocked tree at the end of my block.

This is an abandoned Baptist Church exactly one block from my house.

This neighborhood is very old and has a variety of styles of homes: Cape Cods, Victorian and little farm houses like ours. This is one of the Victorian-styled homes that is less well cared for, but beautiful nonetheless.

This is actually a view of my house from a block away. My house is that little white thing to the right of the big tree in the middle of the picture.

And finally, my little Murray Von Furryberg, enjoying the snow.

Hopefully this sicky-sweet mindset that you have just witnessed will remain throughout the year. But, it is quite possible I will return back to my own body in the next few days.

Happy New Year everyone. Here’s to a GREAT ‘08!

So ya’ll are freaks too?

I never would have guessed that many of you shared my quirks. It is so nice to know I’m in the company of fellow freaks. No offense.

Aside from that I have been buried in snow, final papers, toddler hell, Christmas cookie dough (I. Do. Not. Bake. Hubby was the busy baker this weekend) and…. yes… laundry. Still.

While I don’t have pictures of my final papers, toddler tantrums or the cookie dough, I DO have pictures of the snow.

A shot of me in my fab pink boots and my favorite pajama pants while letting the dog out. I. Love. Snow.

Murray Von Furryberg bounding through the fluffy white stuff. Did I mention that I. Love. Snow? Cuz I do. I really really do. I want more. A lot more.

Since I don’t quiet have anything interesting to write about this post will probably end up being a hodge podge of nothing.

DramaBoy is obsessed with the movie Polar Express. I didn’t like it when I first saw it. The animation creeped me out and I didn’t get it. Now, I like it and I get it. But it’s still not a favorite of mine. However, since it has to do with a train, DramaBoy is fascinated. So is Monster. The movie has been playing almost nonstop for a week. Yeah, my kids watch t.v. Go ahead, call the AAP or the APA or whatever organization the snobby kid doctors belong to.

I have been drinking a lot of wine lately. I am pretty sure ya’ll can figure that one out. In fact, I’ll probably have more tonight in order to celebrate a nice break from school and the kids going to be early… very early.

Hub’s Christmas party for his company is on Thursday at the W Hotel downtown. I look forward to this every year only because it is the only time of year that I get to get dressed up and head downtown and enjoy fun, adult conversation. Hub’s jokes and tells everyone that it is my social event of the year. Well, sadly, it’s true. The party is actually quite lame, but it’s downtown, at a posh hotel and I get to wear a nice new dress and act like I have class and grace. It’s so fun to pretend. This year, we just might even get a picture of us!

I cannot wait to take down our Christmas decorations and get my house back to normal. Seriously. 12/26 cannot come fast enough. I dislike decorating so early and then having to deal with the decorations for a whole month. I would rather decorate in mid-December and take them down the day after Christmas. I just get sick of it all after awhile. I would rather enjoy the season and the family time than look at garland and clutter for a month.

Call me a Scrooge, I don’t care. However, I LOVE Christmas and cannot wait until Christmas morning this year. My boys are finally old enough to get it, sort of, and I am dying to have them open their presents only because this year they are old enough to get excited and enjoy it.

I still haven’t gotten my Christmas cards out, but I’m going to get them all ready tonight and mail them tomorrow. We are finally receiving a bunch of cards now, too, so maybe everyone was running late this year.

Did I tell you that I love snow?

I can’t think of anything else at the moment as my thoughts are clouded by the many chores I have to do that I probably won’t get done because I’ll be doing things like prying things out of Murray Von Furryberg’s mouth, screaming “GET DOWN!”, “SETTLE DOWN!”, “GET OUT OF THERE!”, “YOU DON’T NEED ANY THING ELSE TO EAT! DO YOU HAVE A TAPEWORM OR SOMETHING?”, “STOP FEEDING THE DOG!” and probably spending more time doing damage control than chores.

This post sucks… no, it royally sucks and the title doesn’t even match the crap I wrote about. I guess I’m fried from churning out two 2,200 word papers in 24 hours.

Day 20

Mr. Murray Von Furryberg is currently at the vet getting his coconuts snipped (coconuts courtesy of DramaBoy). Hopefully this will chill his ass out a little bit. He is such a good boy but he is full of raging hormones and a weird obsession with my recycling.

He isn’t comfortable at bedtime so his unrest has caused hubs to sleep on the couch with M-dog (M-dog on the floor, not the couch with hubs) because he can’t get settled upstairs in our room. Poor M-dog and even more so, poor HUBS!

Anyway, today’s post is not about Mr. Murray. Today, I have decided that in honor of Thanksgiving, I am going to say thanks and give a little back… with a catch, of course.

I want YOUR embarrassing stories. Yes, you need to share your moments with me.

Then, for the next few days I’ll pick a few from the comments and put them up in a post with a link back to your blog. This is my way of saying thank you so much for reading this debauchery and sticking by me even though I don’t get a chance to comment on all of your blogs. I do try to respond to each comment, via email and when I have a free moment I also check out your blogs and read as much as I can. Ya’ll are awesome and I do love ya!

So, in the comments, share your most embarrassing moment and then I will make sure I get it up in a post by the end of the month.

I did it, so you can do it.

Note: Stories that involve bodily functions are typically the funniest.  

 

Day 19 – Manic Murray Monday

Forget the puke stories. No more. I’m sure ya’ll have had enough anyway, and you get the idea. I’m a puking freak.

Instead, the rest of this month just might be chronicled by Murray-isms.

Right now it is 9:30am…. here is what I have been up too for the past 2 1/2 hours.

7:00am – woke up to a strange noise in the kitchen. Assumed it’s M-dog so I pryed myself out of bed, got to the kitchen to find M-dog, an empty milk carton, a tupperware lid and shredded tissue on the floor.

7:10 – M-dog has been out to pee and kitchen has been restored.

7:30 – served the boys their breakfast and then cleaned a gynormous pile of M-dog’s crap off the kitchen floor.

7:?? – stopped M-dog from humping my leg… several times. Asserted my authorit-AH and channeled Cesar Milan.

8:05 – took M-dog out again and then served a second bowl of cereal to the bottomless pit, Monster.

8:15 – Still searching for my inner-Cesar and by this time I have pulled one small train caboose, one clean diaper, one tupperware lid, two stuffed animals and one wet wipe from M-dogs mouth.

8:?? – add 3 banana muffins the list of things pulled from M-dog’s mouth. Try to salvage my warm, buttery banana muffins that M-dog has swiftly stolen from me. No luck… no breakfast. Cleaned up and took M-dog out again.

9:00 – changed Monster’s diaper while M-dog laid down next to us to watch.

9:25 – came back to computer and ended up spilling a full cup of Dr. Pepper on my desk. First mess that M-dog wasn’t involved in this morning.

9:35 – stopped typing blog entry to get M-dog to put the boys step-stool down.

9:36 – hear M-dog pushing step-stool all over the kitchen and then find he has figured out how to flip it over in order to pick it up.

9:38 – resume typing blog.

9:42 – pull M-dog off of the couch.

9:45 – begin to wonder if they make doggie valium.

9:46 – begin to wonder if Cesar Milan techniques will work on toddlers.

9:48 – smile and still feel incredibly happy to have a lively and happy dog in our house again.