Terrible Terrors

19 11 2010

I had a post all figured out in my head. Then this happened:Little G the Terror
So instead of what I’m sure would have been a mind-blowing post of epic proportions, you get a phone post.

Hey, I just realized that means I’m literally phoning in my post! Hee!

Shut up. Little G woke up an hour ago and has just now stopped screaming intermittently.

Aaaaand…I spoke too soon. The lip, it is quivering. Good night, everybody. I’ll be back tomorrow with my regularly scheduled awesomeness.


My Kid is a Little Creepy

2 05 2010

As you know, Little G’s birthday was yesterday. It was a great day. We went to the aquarium, had pizza and cupcakes, and Grandma and Grandpa bought him a water/sand play table. It was in the 40s and raining, so we temporarily put it in the garage and filled the whole thing with water. Awesome, right? Little G loved it.

Here’s the thing. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to have nightmares about Little G’s laugh. Seriously. He sounds like a crazed killer clown or something, and he’s doing it all the time now. It’s not just me, right? This is creepy.

Sweet dreams, my lovelies!