Letter B

Well, At Least It Would Solve Global Warming

Thanks a lot, New York Times, for ruining a perfectly good Sunday by adding to my short list of "Things which cause existential dread." Now I will be fretting in the back of my mind about not only climate change, loose nukes and the Middle East but also whether some scientists are going to accidently create a small black hole. Great.

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Eat An Entire Bag Of Mini Eggs

Let's just say Easter was a mixed basket this year. The egg dyeing was much fun. This was the first year I really got to do it with Lowell -- he loved dunking the eggs and scribbling with the magic crayon. My aunt Jill had her pysanky party on Saturday and just like last year it was a major highlight. (If you want to see pictures check out my post about it at Roses Are Blue.) Playing Easter Bunny for the first time was also pretty cool. I had fun hiding the eggs and making the baskets. And eating the extra Peeps that were just sitting there in the box, going stale. And I got to dress up the kids. Willa in her Easter dress just about killed me. Alas, every Easter has its black jellybeans and this year it was that Lowell got sick on Friday. Some kind of tummy bug, complete with fever and listlessness. By Sunday, while he was not running a fever, he was still off-kilter and unable to handle the stress of chocolate for breakfast. We had an operatic series of meltdowns when the supply was cut off at brunch. There were moments during them when I wondered if he was ever going to stop. It was pretty bad. He did recover after a nap and we had a very pleasant afternoon making a giant bucket of mud with his friend, Lucy, but I was a little scarred. As was Matthew. He pretty much cursed me and the gentile horse I rode in on for the rest of the day. Things were much better today though. Only one protracted whine session for a bite of chocolate bunny, thank you, Jesus. No, I mean it, thank you, Jesus!

Using This Move A Lot

Like my reverse karate chop? Pretty much doing it all the time these days. And when I'm not fighting off impulsive 3-yr-olds I'm playing the ever-fun "Which child do I neglect now?" game. I've been quoting my friend Leah whenever anyone asks me how the whole two kids thing is going: "It's basically Sophie's choice every five minutes, isn't it?"

Matthew is watching "No Country For Old Men" right now in the other room. All I hear is silencer gunshots and jarring car crashes over and over. As much as I love the Coen brothers, uh, yeah, no thanks. Hope the next one is more in "The Big Lebowski" vein.

Speaking of the Dude, is there a more moronic holiday than St. Patrick's Day? Honestly. And I ask this as a practically pure-blooded Irish-American who has more than once been face-down in her own green vomit mildly inebriated on the day. This weekend the monthly pub crawl in our town aligned with St. Patrick's weekend and it was just ridiculous. (Why do you think shamrock sunglasses are a good look, sir? Why?) Maybe I'm just mad because I'm breastfeeding and I can't snuggle up with a bottle of Jameson whenever I want. Nah. The only good thing about the day is to go see if my dear Feral has posted. (If she hasn't go read this: my favorite St. Paddy's tribute ever.)

Yay. I posted. Now I get to go do our taxes. Woo hoo! If I go to the dentist tomorrow I'll have hit the procrastination trifecta.

Uh...

Last night I had all these things running through my head that I was going to post about. I was so excited!  Tonight, poof, they are gone. I am sitting here staring at the compose post window with my mouth hanging open, and yes, a little drool oozing out.

Possibly they are gone because I have been watching MSNBC for the last 300 hours while they putz around trying to pick a winner in the Ohio and Texas primaries. Gah! I don't care! Please, just let it be over. I can't take it anymore. I honestly think the Democrats could nominate a credenza and it would win the general election so please, just let it be over tonight. Of course I do have my preference, but I am going to be coy with you. If I voice a preference the other candidate will most assuredly win. Because I am the center of the universe. Hey, look at that - Ohio went to Hillary. Okay, I've done enough. No mas!

Thank you all for heading over to Roses are Blue. I am so excited although, honestly, I need another blog to feed like I need a cap in my ass,  But still, loving having a new project. You know, cause I'm so over the whole second baby thing. (Putting Willa in a drawer and getting out the glue gun!) I am most excited that you'll get to know Kara. She is so talented and a great storyteller. (Did you see this? So beautiful. Did you read this? Hilarious.)

Ah, Willa must be reading. She just woke up and told me to stop blogging and feed her. Have I mentioned lately how lovely, smiley and sweet this little girl is? Oh my GOD, she kills me.