Why I Am Not Using Twitter

I have a twitter account.  It's primarily used to read headlines from The Onion.  I don't really tweet myself, because the only things I have to say go like this:

"Man, my feet are cold."
"I am so sleepy."
"I am currently using my time poorly, and although I recognize that fact, I will not change it."
"My kids are pretty cute."
"My kid is terrible.  Do other people's kids act like this?"
"Is the first ingredient of these ear drops Unicorn Tears*? Because fore $165 it should either be that or platinum." *Unicorn Tear joke stolen from Dallas. Active ingredient is actually Cipro.

I've had diminished hearing in my left ear since Christmas, but now I also have an external ear infection.  I suspect my ear drum in not in tact.  I saw two doctors last week, but one of them was Nick, and the other was my home teacher.  Nick kept telling me "I'm not your doctor," and wouldn't get involved.  But even he had to get involved after enough tears.  The external ear infection is pretty painful.  Since the ear canal is swollen shut, he placed an "otic wick" in order to get the antibiotic to where it's needed.  I see my "real" doctor on Friday, but since I don't trust her (she proved herself lacking on my last visit,) no matter what she tells me, I'm really just there to get a referral to an ENT.

I Sent My Dad This Picture

And he immediately sent back one of himself.

Clever Boy

Friday night was awful to put the kids to bed. Henry was awake for four hours after he was initially tucked in. I think we still haven't adjusted to the time zone change/ red eye travel. Three hours into this, he called out that he was wet and needed a diaper change. I ended up needing to change his pajamas. I was so frustrated at the whole bedtime fiasco. I was trying to get his Sherrif Woody pajama feet onto his actual feet, but the toes were caught on the elastic, then his foot was caught, flexed in the fabric. I was just getting more frustrated when he said out of nowhere, "There's a snake in my boot." He is already a very witty boy, and being extremely cute is a pretty effective survival technique.

Dole Pineapple Plantation

You're Doing It Wrong

Well, I guess we are done using the bumbo. She got herself from
sitting to this precarious stance very quickly. She can't be trusted.

Setting Up Christmas

In my defense, the circus tent seemed a lot smaller in the IKEA showroom.

Nick is spending a lot of time assembling Henry's gift from Jo Ellen. It's a parking garage, and he's going to love it. Assembly is a little complicated. Nick said people who did not have experience or a variety of screw drivers would be really frustrated. On a related note, thank you Doug for the comprehensive screw driver set. It's the gift that keeps on giving.
I am looking at our Christmas gifts and realizing a few things. First, I bought more than I thought, and probably more than I intended. Second, I bought far more for Henry than Georgia. If she were good at math, she would realize I spent several times more on her brother than I spent on her. I don't think she'll actually be able to calculate a comparison. Third, we're going to need to get rid of some stuff to make room for this new crop of toys. Fourth, I didn't get anything educational (except Christmas books). Fifth, I love giving stuff to my kids. Cars and trains make Henry so happy. Lastly, the circus tent is bigger than I thought. It was probably a bad idea. Oh well. It's assembled and I lost the receipt anyway.

Realizing another thing. I've lost the play dough. Where did I hide the play dough??

Merry Christmas!

Christmas is Coming

You can tell its getting close to our Christmas because we put presents under the tree. Earlier we had a present, but then henry opened it when I wasn't looking. He can't be trusted for long. Georgia just wants to eat the ornaments.