From the desk of MomBabe

* I changed my comments back to "normal" or whatever. At any rate, for all of you guys who complained to me about having to type in stuff (and yet can write me an entire email) YOU'RE WELCOME.

* This also means that you should probably stop boycotting my comment section. After all, comments are my love language.

* Me and the Motherboard are planning a wicked awesome special surprise that has just about everything to do with our lovechild, MMB. I would give you more details, but then you wouldn't have anything to look forward to. {frown smile}

* I'm completely awful at remembering birthdays. You know, until after the fact. So happy birthday to my baby sister Verity, Aunt Karen and Aunt Kathy. I'm sure I missed someone else, but that's how it is sometimes.

*Speaking of birthdays, remember last year when I had to compensate for the horrible neighbor boys? We again have birthdays coming up and I'm at a loss for what to do. I hate children's birthday parties, but I don't want people to be wallowing in self pity on their birthday either. THE LINE, IT IS BLURRED.

* Meanwhile, can you even believe my baby boy is going to be SIX? Weird. Still, even weirder/super fun will be on December 1, when I have two 5 year olds for a day. Irish twins, I has some.

* I'm in charge of the Super Saturday for my ward. I tell you this so you can sympathize with me, not about the actual event, but the collecting of monies for such event. Here is how it works, we put out sign ups, telling you how much things cost. You have the option to take the free classes, or to sign up for un-free classes where the teacher will bring supplies. You have to pay for your own supplies. I cannot/will not, front you the money. I will just not get you the supplies. Seriously, so sad that you can't follow the rules.

* My thermostat is set at 65. I only tell you this because last year, when I was a brand new transplant, I'm pretty sure I had it running at a steady 82 degrees. What an improvement. 

*And that, my friends, is what comes from the desk of MomBabe today.

Mickey D's

I never thought I'd get over my love affair with rain.

It was such a novelty to me,

That I would crack open all the windows,

Close the blinds,

Make some popcorn,

And snuggle under the blankets watching old movies.

But last night,

When it started raining,

And continued raining through, um, well,

NOW,

I think I decided to get over it.

The windows are shut.

No movies were watched.

After the twelfth round of fights,

I put those shortlings to work.

I said, "If you finish your chores, we'll go play at McDonald's."

So off they went,

Wiping down doorknobs,

And scrubbing the bathrooms,

And when we were done,

We headed out into the rain,

And drove to the "M" place.

When we got inside,

There were approximately 10,000 other children there.

Because on rainy days such as these,

No one wants to be stuck inside their own house,

Listening to their own children,

Kick and scream and punch and pitch fits.

So the DadGuy and I,

Sat down at a little corner table,

And unleashed the shortlings.

When they were gone,

Another mother looked over at us and said,

"Couldn't take it anymore either?"

Then we laughed.

McDonalds.

Where desperate parents go.

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I'm giving away a $25 gift certificate to Ecostore USA here.

Multilingual

Thaddeus attends a French something or other school. Basically, this means that he gets weekly French lessons. Which means that he comes home and tries to explain words to me and I just don't get it.

Blayne and Daniel are convinced they speak Spanish because, after all, they watch Diego and he speaks Spanish. At least when they say things to me, I usually know what they mean. One of the perks that comes from growing up in Arizona.

Taylor thinks she speaks English. Let me rephrase that. Taylor COMMANDS in English. It's the funniest thing I've ever seen or heard. First off, because she's tiny and doesn't know it. Secondly, because Daniel is putty in her hands. He does whatever she says, when she says it. Thirdly, she is quite the tattle tale. When she's not busy stealing treats from the pantry, she's telling me what all those other naughty kids are doing. She even puts her hand on her hip, points, and leans forward intensely while babbling vehemently in broken English. Totally cute AND funny.

Of course, of all the people in this house, the only person that truly knows a second language is the DadGuy. Sadly, Russian sounds funny so my kids think he's making fun of the way they talk. I'd like to say he's not, but I'm not entirely convinced of this myself.

Other languages we think we speak are Creole (thank you neighbor boy) and whichever language it is that they speak in Afghanistan (thank you other neighbor boy.)

Of course, this has nothing to do with me, nothing whatsoever.

Except for that whole part where they try to talk to me and I have no idea what they're saying, so they get all frustrated and angry and throw themselves on the floor because if I would just use my listening ears I would know what they were saying...

I love being a mom.

The Requisite Halloween Post... so it's a little late, shoot me.