Baby Tea Leaves

Wednesday

Sure is pretty here.

I would like to stay forever. Can you work on that for me?
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That's the finger you get when someone's giving you "the business."

That's the finger you get when you tell someone that it's time to go up to the room because there is a giant storm moving in and you don't want to get hit by lightning what with being the tallest things on the beach and all.

That's the finger you get when you ask someone to find their other shoe so we could proceed to shelter.

That's the finger you get when you tell someone not to do something and it offends him deeply.

That's the finger you get if you are an inanimate object and someone crawls underneath you to get something he dropped but he slams his tiny head on you by accident.

That's the finger you get when it's bedtime and someone does not feel like doing bedtime. At all.

That's the finger you get when you tell someone they've had enough fudge for the night.

That's the finger you get when you're getting the wrath of a two-year-old.

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Tuesday

I Am Here.

In the beautiful white sand and clear beautiful water. Catch ya later.
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Monday

My New Blog

It's almost here. I'm so excited!

I'm going to have a Twitter party with giveaways and everything.

I just tried that Tweet Deck thing for the first time. I'm that official.

So keep your eyes peeled!

And say a prayer that I will go to the beach before this freakin week is over.
The end.

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Sunday

Cupcake Power

I realized today when I fist-pumped to the theme song of Phineas and Ferb that I have been inside watching children's programming for too long.

Sure, we've made forts. We've played Plah-doh and mixed every color together and let it all turn into tiny hard little useless balls (there is a joke in there somewhere), we've done crafts and we've colored and we've cut out shapes and done puzzles and read books and painted and drew on the chalkboard and raced cars and dressed up in our Bat costumes (I'm running out of breath).

But after a while all those things get old and your brain gets fried and you plant your butts in front of the television, just watching and waiting for the germs to run their course and leave already (dammit!)

And you watch every movie under the sun of the earth and back again and every episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Little Einsteins, Curious George and Phineas and Ferb and Calliou etc etc to bloody etc. And you watch so much children's programming that you don't even know that there is a tropical storm headed your way because you haven't caught a single glimpse of the local news in days. My bad. (Totally missed us.)

Today, one boy is better, and one is not. And the one that is not is at home with me while the other one that is has gone on to the beach to start vacation and we plan to catch up at some point but that point is not today.

And the only thing that could unbreak a tiny 4 year old heart that just watched his brother and daddy drive away to the beach is this:

And this:

And maybe a few more of this:

So we're home. Both of us trying not to be bitter about being stuck inside while everyone else has their fun. Making cupcake-ade out of cupcakes.

Cause see? THEY didn't get to make a hundred cupcakes with chocolate frosting and sprinkles.

WE did.

So there. Nannynannybooboo.

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