If you Wubba Wubba me, I will Wubba Wubba you!

And I mean it!

And...he found out he has been accepted into Clark, UCONN and James Madison as well. Clark and AU were his first two choices, and I think he;s going to choose Clark. Hooray!

I love the Would You Like to Buy an "O"? song.

AU gave the Boy a $38,000 package, 32 of which is in outright scholarships/grants. Yahoo! He's still waiting to hear from Clark (AU and Clark are tied for his first choices), UCONN, and the requisite ivy league university. In our town, almost everyone applies to at least one, regardless of the realistic chances of getting in.

The boy (lower case) has rolled over twice already. :) The older brother told him to enjoy the accolades now, because he sure as hell doesn't get praised for rolling over.

And sometime in the middle of the night I had a funny thought related to sex that I was going to term Old School blog. It had me chuckling at 3 a.m. Do I remember it? Noooooooooooooooooo.

Only here

Curious George at the Aquarium
Interjections by the 17-year-old

Whoosh! Splash! So George climbed the wall to see what was going on.
Oh no he didn't! (Mom glares.)

All the penguins escaped! The aquarium staff rushed over. They were angry with George.
And there's The Man, keeping the brown monkey down. (Don't you have something better to do, like study for an AP Stats exam?)

Just tryin' to spend some quality time with my little bro', but it's all numbers with you people (faded muttering as teen mounts stairs)

Can't help it

Dr. Zhivago

My oldest son never had a pacifier, and so I didn't think this little guy would use one either. WRONG!

I have to go in a for a colposcopy, dangit.

Ahem, excuse me, there's a pre-schooler attached to your nipple

As much as I wish that our society was more relaxed about breastfeeding in public so that I could take the little bugger out for longer periods of time, I was rather taken aback when a three year old climbed onto his mom's lap and began to nurse...Though, I have to admit that when she first walked by me, I though, "Nice rack."

I may have actually slept more than 5 hours in a row last night. Woohoo!

(Rereading this...awkward sentences. When I can speak coherently again, maybe I'll be able write too.)

Oh-that playgroup is at the elementary school that my oldest attended 12 ish years ago. The people that I ran in to who were there way back then remembered him. (Which, to those who know him, would get an "of course". He's, ah, memorable...i.e., as a child, NEVER stopped talking.) A few even watch him on Cable access because he's the BOE rep from is school. OK? Does that make up for his shorter paragraph from the last post?)

Oh boy...a blog that once chronicled my drunken adventures has solidly turned into one of those My Kids Are So Great blogs. May lightning strike me if I begin attending those crop book picture meetings and knitting.