Took a break. Gave birth. And now I'm currently enjoying the benefits of having parents who are both retired and are so sick of each other at this point that any external stimuli is a welcome break from sitting across from each other in a sticky booth, watching each other eat platefuls of turnip greens and rice pudding at their local International Super-Duper Buffet.
Their help mainly comes in the form of being extra audience members for my children, whose antics have grown tiresome to me, but Nana and Pop-pop find hilarious. And my dad is very, very good with his intimidation tactics. Why just last night I enlisted his help in making sure my children ate their dinners. He took his duty seriously, and proudly reported that Elsa ate every last bite of hers. Which she subsequently puked up into the double-stroller 30 minutes later. But hey, Pop-pop got the job done.
|Baby Finn....So sweet, so innocent, |
so incapable of making fart noises with his armpit and a straw.
I also wanted to let you know that I plan on blogging a lot in the upcoming months, as I see the potential here for many many many entries.
In other words, I am in big, big trouble.
Stay tuned, dear readers. It's on like Donkey Kong.