Fake Samuel

I stumbled across this find when it was given to me as a gift by my Aunt Bunny. She apparently is a voracious reader and found this in her quest for literature. It opens with a small child inviting a rodent into their house, feeding it and giving it shelter, while letting it run amuck, ruining this child's life. The problem with this book is that its not based in reality. A quote from the book: "If you give a mouse a cookie...he's going to ask for a glass of milk" "When you give him the milk...." And there's the problem - "when". That assumes I'm going to give him milk. If I give a mouse a cookie I'm trying to lure him somewhere so that I can capture him. If he asks me for a glass of milk, I've been way to slow with my approach. Forget about sharing any of my milk with him. And thats another thing - why in the world would I share a cookie with this rodent when he would be just as happy with a bread crumb or a small amount o...

I am cooler than you.

I just to take this moment to congratulate the Broge girls on their recent accomplishments. I was a bit behind on their folks' blog and just caught up today. It looks like they've taken some of my advice. Now don't get me wrong- when we visited a few weeks back it was obvious that these girls knew what they're doing. The pitch of their cry, the occasional pouty face, the mealtime fussiness - all perfect. This kind of stuff is innate. I have nothing to teach them there. While we were there in St. Louis, I took the opportunity to speak with them in a collaborative way - really learning from them as I imparted some of the things I've learned these past couple years. We all came away from the meeting with a greater understanding of just what we can accomplish if we make a concerted effort. Anyway, just wanna throw out some props to EJ and MP for implementing some of the ideas they've been thinking about for the past few months. I'd like to think I h...

Look. I don't know if you noticed, but the brother is mobile and he's sort of a handful. And the folks can't handle him. So it's up to me. I'm all "no aaron" and distracting him with toys and keeping away from the stairwell. It's an all day job. You stop to post on the blog and all of the sudden he's heading for the fireplace. Or the bathroom. Or the oven is turned on. Or he's playing with the mower. I'm telling you he's fast. It's a good thing he sleeps exactly when I do, so The Folks don't have to entertain him while I'm napping. I don't think the Folks could handle it.

Not surprisingly, people are surprised and disappointed at my recent absence from the blog. Do not worry people, I assure you, I am alive and well. I liken my plight to that of a missionary working under an oppressive regime. News flows in and out of the country, but at times the goverment cracks down. And they occasionally beat their citizens. And the citizens occasionally pee in places they're not supposed to. And go on hunger strikes. And stage protests and sit-ins. Etcetera. You get it. But fear not, "we will overcome." They cannot hold me back with their bedtimes and naptimes, their imposed restrictions on my SuperWhy watching or blueberry consumption, their insistence on "respect" and "listening to mama" and "be gentle with the X*", their "are you poopy?" or "I smell poopies" or "want to go on the potty?", their complete lack of trust in me as a person to be able to regulate my own bodily functions, time ma...

So the little brother informs me that he will no longer be posting on this blog.  He says that blogs are so 2007 and he is embracing 2009 in all its glory.  Whatever.  He says that means he going to be posting on Twitter.  Its all the rage with the tweens.  Apparently its like a blog but you can't write as much.  Only like 2 sentences at a time.  I would never survive.    Anyhoo.   I did notice an increase in my advertising revenue when he came on board, so I'll be keeping his posts (apparently they're called tweets) in the sidebar to the right.   Oh, and I found this video that explains twitter for you losers who care to watch.  This is the future?  Great I get to hear about every stinkin' diaper from now on.

I can't believe I'm out shopping on the day after Christmas.