I don’t actually want to eat any more of this ice cream but I also don’t really want to get up and go put it back in the freezer. This is not the first time I have had this dilemma.

My children like being helpful so much they fight over who gets to bring me things so I always have to think of TWO things I need (a blanket and a drink, my slippers and my phone, etc) to avoid an argument.

Caroline loves school so much she never says goodbye or gives me a hug when I drop her off and it hurts my feelings.

We own way too much stuff. Too many clothes, too many toys, too many THINGS and yet I can’t figure out how to get rid of it all.

I can’t plan things that interfere with bedtime because both children recognize that it’s time for sleeping and beg to be put to bed. Caroline especially loves going to sleep at night.

The list of jobs I love that I also get paid for is getting longer (Did I mention I’m writing for TVFanatic and The Hollywood Gossip? It’s pretty cool – said in the Miley Cyrus voice) and for the first time in a long time I might actually be BUSY. So busy I need an actual day planner…and I don’t HAVE a day planner.

I read something on the internet that made me really mad and I was going to write a post about it but now I can’t remember what it was.

I have too many interesting podcasts to catch up on.

My perfectly healthy, smart, kind, handsome baby is about to turn FIVE and five is too old.

I scheduled this post to go up today before I left last Saturday, so right now I am probably enjoying my last day at sea with a giant umbrella drink and a pretty impressive sunburn (I NEVER learn). Unless, God forbid, my ship sank or we all got that rotavirus thing or I was attacked by a vicious stingray in which case this is WILDLY inaccurate.

Why is it my kids drove me totally crazy all winter but in the week before vacation they were wonderful angels? Is it because they know it will make me miss them even more than I was going to already? Kids are jerks.

If you give a kid a camera remote...

He's facinated with the wind chimes

p.s. That shirt he is wearing is a 5T. FIVE. The last shirts I bought we 2T. What the hell happened?!

Based on his habit of carrying stuff around in his mouth, Baby Evan seems to be confused as whether the dog is his pet or his brother. Since animals outnumber babies in our house 3 to 1 and he spends most of his time down at cat and dog level anyway, I shouldn’t be too surprised he’s starting to mimic their behavior.  Since the dog’s idea of “fetch” involves staring at the bone/ball/rag and then running in frantic cirlces, Baby Evan probably learned fetch from the cat. She’s much more likely to bring you things (a baby sock she thoughtfully dropped in the water bowl, a plastic twisty tie, a live bat she caught and needed to show you so much she puts it on your head while you’re sleeping YES THAT IS A TRUE STORY) whether you want them or not. I wonder if I should try telling him most babies don’t do ridiculous stuff like this?

Mmmm...this leather shoe is so delicious I don't want to put it down.

How come when I put shoes in my mouth they yell at me but YOU just get your picture taken?

What do you mean I have something on my face?

And in case you needed further proof my baby is having an indentity crisis…

What, I like milk and cuddles and sleeping too. Meow?

I'm in your yarns, making up knots!