Wednesday, January 16, 2008

ode to a lunch

"we are early," mom declares.
there must be a reason.

always very early
or very late.

never on time.

"where's my lunch?" a kid shouts.
it is not in the bag.

always peanut butter
or salami.

never changing.

"hang on boys," mama whoops.
we are off to QT.

all-beef jerky, a dill pickle
or krispy kreme.

mother of the year...
maybe next year.

Friday, January 04, 2008

being great in 2008

This is the year that I turn 40.

I think in the new year I should resolve to clear and organize three closets that I can barely shut. Perhaps posting a picture on my blog would inspire me to do it.

Or perhaps posting a picture of my lumpy butt on the internet would help me lose 30 or 40 pounds. perhaps.

The baby has started calling his middle brother -- "Doo Doo"
Q has been saying "DooDoo...."350 times a day for weeks now. Recently he switched to "poop" and "pee pee" which is much more hilarious but not as cute as "Doo Doo." Luckily there are bonuses in being a late talker.
The baby is in speech therapy once a week and at least two days of physical therapy. I've also started the baby on fish oil, Omega-3 and DHA supplements. I just give it to all three of them. I tell them it is supposed to make them smarter. The most immediate result has been the improvement in Q's eczema.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Bumpin in the Burbs...

The guy that made this hilarious video lives in the same hood as me. yo.