NapjunkieMom

Being sleep-deprived on Sunday, I accidently put my elastic waist jeans on backwards, and since I am a mere accessory for a beautiful baby, no one noticed.

After a day of being strict with Bobby about his behavior (share your toys please, don't hit your playgroup friends) he comes to me and says "Mommy, I have your punisher out. " I say "Honey, I don't know what you mean." "It's your punisher, the one you use all the time." Now I'm really worried. He took me to the computer screen and pointed at Microsoft Publisher . "There's your punisher".

The robins are back, the daffodils are poking through the dirt, and somewhere,there is the sound of a child's carefree laughter as he chases a stroller across a parking lot! Fortunately, both the stroller and the parking lot were empty.

On Friday, I was eating my lunch, feeding the baby his lunch, and reading Hop on Pop to Bobby. I thought to myself, "I'm getting the hang of this parenting two kids thing", and immediately started to worry. The last time I thought I was getting the hang of something (cooking) I forgot to add water to my vegetable steamer and burned the pan.

I have had several people, because of my grey hair, mistake me for the boys' grandma. I guess it's better than them asking when the new baby is due.

Jim was talking to Bobby, and being thoroughly frustrated with him, said "You're a brat." Bobby said "I'm not a brat". Since his only exposure to that word are those awful, awful commercials for those awful, awful (did I mention awful) Bratz dolls, I told Jim I thought Bobby might be thinking he was being called a trashy teenage girl doll. Now, I know I shouldn't judge by their looks. They may be excellant students, they may be kind to the elderly, and they may be active in their churches, but they look like hookers. Why do these dolls exist, and why are they being marketed to children 4,000 times a day on Nickelodean? And don't even get me started on why anyone, anywhere would create a cartoon based on Gene Simmon's life.