I have some blog topics I’d like to write about. But my boys can smell productivity. If I’m drinking coffee and sitting in the sun, they will play nicely together and be the awesome. If I open my lap top in that same lawn chair, they smell blood. Smudgy starts screaming in the gate play pen. Throwing a shit fit that is so loud and dramatic you would think that he was Leo in Man in the Iron mask. Somebody give that baby an Oscar. While I tend to Smudge, Ben senses my weakness and runs over and grabs my pen and notebook that I left on the chair. He will be two in July so his behavior is hilarious and infuriating. Good thing his face looks like a little piece of heaven. Because I didn’t LOVE when I set my coffee
PAUSE. Stop writing. Babies awake from his morning nap. Change him, make him bottle, then necessary snuggling for at least 15 mins because he’s so warm and smells like a baby who just took a nap. You know what I mean! Get him set up with some toys and sit back down at your table to finish this paragraph. So where were we? Oh yes. This morning.
I set my coffee on the railing of the deck so I could put the back into the gated in area. Ben was trying to jump and grab my coffee off the railing. I say no no ect. So I set my coffee on the deck. Don’t worry everyone, it’s cold at this point. No toddlers will be burned in the making of this blog. I pick the baby back up and said toddler walks straight over to my cup. Looks directly into my eyes and goes.. “kick!” Applauds himself. Looks up at me like, “Uh, lady. How about a little applause? Did you see me just identify the motion I performed?” Ahh… Always so pleased with himself. Hmm. Where could he have ever gotten that quality? Juries still out.
PAUSE. Alright I have to go to work later. So I’ll throw on some music for the boys. Stretch and hang with them for an hour before I FINISH my blog and then clean the house then go to work. Okay go.
Trying to put my feet up on the wall. Ben thinks this is the only place he could possibly stand to watch Mickey Mouse. Yes, on my stomach. I say, “Hey you want to get off and go watch in your chair.” He looks down and smiles and says “Oh Hi Mama.” At one year old, we speak different versions of English.
Alright well I’ll try and finish this blog.
Swim fan wants to do everything with me. He’s not great with a MAC.