It started when I was trying to entertain them this afternoon after Taylor left. I thought “Hey! Why not dye Easter eggs?” Huge mistake. Huge. It was just chaos. At one point, I left the table to wash something or get something and by the time I returned Finn had cracked a hard boiled egg, gotten the shell off, taken a big bite, choked violently and then thrown up ALL over the table. All over the table, people. He’s not a half ass puker. Warm, vomity, hard boiled egg all over the table. Kill me now. I’ll let you know when I eat another hard boiled egg. Retch. You know what’s really gross? They were both clamouring for hard boiled eggs after “the incident” and proceeded to eat 2 each.  I was gagging. They’re like frat boys…booting and rallying.

After he puked, I stripped Finn naked and did the first thing I could think of to eliminate the warm vomity smell. I threw him in the bathroom sink to wash him.

Mid wash I thought “Aw…soon he’ll be too big to fit in a sink….” Sweet Bubba.

This is the ensemble Hadley wore today, complete with pink hearts on her cheeks that she directed me to draw on with a marker.Words escape me. Although I am secretly delighting in her creative expression.

And this is the face she likes to give me now when I ask her to smile.

Peter has his “boys night out” tonight and I was not messing around. I put Finn down at 6:45 and Hadley at 7:30. I can still hear her chattering about in her room. But the operative phrase in that sentence is ‘in her room’. I am officially off duty tonight.

A bunch of people sent me this story from ABC News about a breakthrough in Lupus research.Verrrrry interesting.

I stepped down as co-leader of the mothers group. I felt the relief immediately. It wasn’t so much that it was a huge job, it was just tedious at times and added stress that I did not need. I will still frequent play groups and events as they are a great way to wear out the blue eyed devils but as far as organizing everything…I’ll leave that to someone else. I had to announce it at the board meeting and it always always always feels like an after school special and it never fails to make me feel like a liar. In fact a few people (regardless of intention) have said “I never see you down or in a bad mood…”  That’s not really how I am though. I AM genuinely an upbeat person and love to be around people. Plus, I’m a faker. No one wants to be around Eeyore. Like I’m going to show up somewhere and blow misery and negative energy all around for everyone to enjoy. No thanks.

Hadley’s chattering has ceased and I’m going to shower, shave my legs for no reason at all and climb into bed with a magazine.

Thinking of you Beebo, I hope you’re having fun.