November 14, 2007


We are in attack mode today. It's been crazy. Whatever item we can get our chubby little hands on becomes a weapon. I think the chicken is getting to us.


And I just put people down for naps. But I can hear them... not napping. I hear giggling, and shusshing, and shrieking. I want to hear NOTHING. I want them to go to sleep and not be little attack demons. I don't think that's too much to ask. Ooh, wait a second. . . It just got quiet. . .

false alarm.

Anybody want to relieve me of my post? Just for an hour or so? Anyone?

P.S. They're still not napping. I've now let them out and have put in a movie. I used to have oodles of resistance to crying. Now, not so much. Hooray for me.