cheeeeeldren.

we were at the library the other day.

(i love the library.  they have TONS of toys and i can let my children run rampant in a contained area while i read and sort of keep an eye on them.  plus it's air-conditioned.  which, in phoenix, is a huge plus.)

i'm sitting there absorbed in my book watching my children, of course, because i'm super responsible like that and i love nothing more than to gaze upon them for hours on end while they amuse themselves and eat the library's trains.

"excuse me?"

i didn't hear him at first because i was so focused on my book my kids, but once i realized i was being addressed i looked up to see a sandy-haired little boy staring pointedly at me.

"they're arguing with me."  he told me, sounding miffed, and waited expectantly for a response.

"um...what?"

he pointed over to the train table, where tesla was gathering some trains into a pile and desmond was attempting to digest the remainder of them.

"those babies are arguing with me."  he repeated.

the indignity.

i stifled a laugh.  "sweetheart, those babies can't talk.  i think they're probably not arguing with you."

he crossed his arms.  "well they are and i'm FOUR."

"oh you are?  that's so neat, are you in school?"  i steered the conversation away from the arguing babies and we talked for a little bit about his school and his friends.  then he frowned.

"why are all these babies here?" he demanded, gesticulating wildly at the supposed preponderance of infants.  "this is supposed to be for big kids to play, not babies."

again i covered a smirk.  "well, they just wanted to play for a little bit, do you think that would be okay?"

he considered my request for a moment.

"okay," he sighed.  "but only for two hours."  he glared at me and i hastily accepted his conditions, promising him that we would not stay for more than two hours.   ;)

ah, children.  such an unwitting wellspring of humor.

i bring you the gift of laughter.

Go watch this.

(Look, I know how it is when you're going down the list blog-checking and someone puts a video in their blog post and you're all like "meh...next."  But don't be like that.  Go watch it and cry tears of hilarity.  And then go watch the rest of them.)

Gratuitous pictures:

desmond a few months ago

 tesla a few weeks ago.  practicing his "i have a dark and mysterious past" look for a future career in modeling.  i think he's got the eyes down.

ici

i should not be blogging today.

I am so cranky and agitated.  Everything is driving me crazy.

(Everything.)

but this unfortunately-angled picture of desmond makes me laugh.  he looks SO FAT.

Tell me something funny.

honestly...

Sometimes, by the end of the day, I'm ready to toss them into their room, lock the door, and pass out on my bed (on top of the pile of laundry that I do not currently have the energy to fold).

Truthfully, motherhood is a great gig.  I'm my own boss and my hours are flexible.  I like not having deadlines and people breathing down my neck.  I like that I can dress however I want and that I am free to pursue my own interests.  And, hey, I like my kids.  ;)

But sometimes it's tiring and isolating and monotonous and lonely.

And that's okay.

Or at least it will be tomorrow morning.  :)  I need a to sleep off a headache and some cookie-induced nausea.

All my love.

TONIGHT

is the night I've been waiting for!

I will be watching

ici

and eating

ici

with

what a cutie.  good thing he doesn't read my blog  ;)

I can't even tell you how excited I am that Psych is back.  Shawn and I go way back.  

(Actually "Magic Head" Gus,  possessor of the Super Sniffer, is my fave.  I quote him...all the time.)

Fun fact:  I actually watched Psych on our laptop when I was in labor with Desmond.  It was a welcome (and hilarious) distraction from the pain.  

(Who needs an epidural when you have Shawn and Gus?)  ;)

Observe.

Nurse:  How are your contractions?

Me:  Hahahaha!  They hurt like %@#*!   Hahaha!  Crank up the Pitocin, lady!

You know that's right.

trouble.

That's what they are.

A little crime duo.

They don't stay in their beds.

They ruin a beautiful loaf of rising bread by eating chunks out of it.

They play in the toilet.

They tear apart the closet.

They're always getting into things.

And making messes.

But dang...

They're pretty cute.

happy weekend.

From the boys.

(yes tesla is wearing lip gloss.  easy waiting room entertainment.)