BS

C and R are in serious brussel sprouts love right now. no one loves brussel sprouts. au contraire mon frere. i know two people who love them. i'm pretty sure that as i type this i am putting a big fat jinx into the universe and tomorrow i'll cook up the BS (brussel sprouts, not the other kind of BS, though i cook that up regularly as well), and R and C will laugh in my face, then throw their heads back, cackling, flailing their little IKEA plates full of BS into the air, demanding enriched pasta. but for now i'll just be happy.

:)

bzzzzz...bite

i have the spring shopping bug. a few days of 80 degree weather and i'm off to wardrobe swap my closet. sweaters out. capris in. i-can't-believe-i-wore-that-last-year-let-alone-10-years-ago. seriously. i am still actively wearing pants from college. yay they still fit. boo they should go away. far far away. the shopping bug doesn't only bite my wardrobe. it also bites home furnishings. if only i could plunge through the doors of anthropologie, throw my arms open and exclaim "wrap it up!" i would take it. all. really, i would. now my pesky little shopping bug also bites kids' toys. big toys. toys that almost count as furniture and would absolutely be considered furniture by R and C if i would let them, say, sit or stand on them. i have a continual running list of future toys in my brain at all times. on said running list, recently, has been 1. train table and 2. dollhouse. "i'll get them when they're [i'm] ready for them," says my brain. i do some research via the internets. see which ones i like. which ones take up the least amount of square footage. which ones are not pink. or plastic. so what am i supposed to do when some fabulous person in my mothers of multiples group (hello, can i plug my mothers of multiples group for just a moment? one of the major, i mean major, twin perks, of which there are a kagillion. but every new mother should have the benefit of a group of 300 people who know exactly what she's going through at any particular moment and can offer advice and help and so on. it's. awesome. oh and there's stuff. back to the stuff...) offers a train table for a whopping 5 bucks?! bzzzzz...bite. seriously. she is basically asking me to steal her train table. so i did. it needed a little work. but paint away and here it is. a "new" be-u-tiful train table. and then that dollhouse. ok it was a little more than $5. like $115 more. but it was on sale and they gave me 40% off the floor model! bzzzzz...bite. who can turn that down? it was that damn pottery place. they got me again. it still needs furniture but i'm looking elsewhere for that. the flat panel/man in the recliner living room/woman in the kitchen cooking for child scenario kind of freaked me out. i'll devise my own scene (and then i'll get to therapy). and, by the way and because i am queen of the land of justification for any/all purchases (seriously. need help with one? try me.), if you combine the cost of these two items ($120), that means that they were only $60 each! that's beyond bargain. well done. patpat. so these are my new loves. that i will surely love more than the two small people who are supposed to love them. because they don't have 33 years of obsessive-compulsive under their belts. yet. i'm throwing in a personal shopping bug for my own personal gratification (read: unrequited love). though, that is the one that has not been purchased. yet.

bzzzzz...bite

bzzzzz...bite

bzzzzz...

nanny nanny boo boo

whew it's been a little while. well pardon me while i was on vaycay. actually, i went to see family. which many people feel is the antithesis to vacation. but mine was kind of vacationy. i mean i got on an airplane with only one small personal item, a vanity fair (not embarrassing), and an US weekly (slightly embarrassing) and only had my little bad self to worry about. that in and of itself is a vacation. i also doped up on tylenol PM and popped in earplugs and slept until 9 am. but, um, i missed my kids. a lot. especially being around my loved ones little loved ones. i know they would have had so much fun. while my spouse was home(not)alone, he took R and C to a festival where he was fascinated by a couple with their nanny. and it really got me thinking. no offense to nannies. or people who have nannies. (p.s. whenever someone begins something by saying "no offense" it basically means i'm about to offend you. and i'm just saying "no offense" so i can feel better about myself for offending you.). but here i go anyway. i just don't want a nanny (understand that i am not gainfully employed elsewhere). and even in the old days. i wouldn't want someone else to make the bottles. i can make the bottles. yes, i'm tired. i can still make them. know what? they don't get bottles anymore. in the scheme of things, the bottle-making time period was a blip on the radar. and i didn't die from exhaustion. it's kind of the only nutrition/sustenance to enable kind of important things like, i don't know, growth. brain development. life. i'll make them myself. what's the big? what else would i need a nanny for...helping me at a festival? why? i just don't feel like anything is too difficult to do myself or to do with teamwork from my spouse, who said "what about laundry?" and i thought. um, i kind of have a system. and i'm not overwhelmed by laundry. it gets done. and it gets done the way i want it. and, how long will i get to foldhold teeny tiny clothes, anyway? they're already not so teeny tiny as they were before. blip. so, no. "what about dishes?" hmm. same thing. kind-of. wait a minute. dishes would be ok. hmm. vacuuming floors would be ok. cleaning my house would be ok. so no, i don't want a nanny. turns out i want a housekeeper. you don't have to touch the kids. you don't even have to like the kids. you do have to like a dog. i'll go to the grocery store (alone with my kids, no help necessary) and you stay here and do the dishes and vacuum the floors and clean the house. and you have to get the tops of the door frames (everyone forgets those). the things that a nanny could do, i'm sort of attached to. it's ok for someone else to do them every once in a while but i just feel like time goes by sofast. and i don't want to lose any of it. i feel no attachment to my toilets, however.

editorial note: i'm between computers and using windows 98 so thus, no photo here.
it took me 24 minutes to upload this post.