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| Please Come Back, Mr. Sandman, I'm Sorry for Whatever I Did, Let's Have A Special Night Together, Like We Used To, How About Tonight? | | Date Created: Sep 24, 2007, 03:11 PM |
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This is my niece Elly! We went to Florida last weekend to celebrate her second birthday. We had a great time and Elly loved the pink cowgirl boots we gave her. I loved having the chance to pick out something extremely pink and extremely girly since there's not much of that around here. The boys are as boy as ever. Running faster and faster around me and getting sweatier and sweatier. Last night they were riding their "motorcycles" and just kept crashing into each other again and again, laughing the whole time. They've been getting along with each other pretty well. The other morning they told Will and me they didn't ever want to get married, they wanted to live together in a big house.
James: Shaped like a pirate ship with a crow's nest on top. And with a baseball field inside.
George: And it's always Halloween there!
James: And everyone's invited!
So mark your calendar for 14 years from now. Instead of a frat house it will be Halloween House. And pirate house. And baseball house. Won't the girls be impressed? Speaking of Halloween, I have got to get going on the costumes. James wants to be Batman (he's never seen Batman but he has some Batman sunglasses) and John wants to be Superman (again, never seen Superman--where do they pick up on the superhero stuff?). But this is good, because I can order those. BECAUSE I am really going to have my hands full with George's costume. He wants to be a peacock. He's been saying it since last Halloween so I know he means it. Since the superhero worship has evolved he now wants to be "Super Peacock" but I kinda think if I make him a peacock costume that says Super Peacock on it, I'm going to be the one who looks crazy for making it. Or I could put a disclaimer on the back that George wouldn't notice, something like, "That's what HE wanted" or "It was HIS idea." And then I'd just get blamed for producing one weird kid.
I'm sorry this is so short, but I'm a little bit distracted today. I haven't been sleeping well at night for about a week. I am so tired and every night I think, this is it! The night I am so tired it will be the best sleep I ever had! I drink alcohol and it doesn't help. I don't drink alcohol and it doesn't help. I've even cut out the coffee. Someone at the gym today recommended acupuncture. I guess that wouldn't be so bad if they gave me something to put me to sleep while they put the needles in. I've even taken Exedrin PM a few nights, but I hate to do that every night. I don't know what's going on. It doesn't help that George gets up three times a night to go to the bathroom and feels the need to announce it or that John has been wetting the bed at least once a night for the last few nights. I just want to close my eyes and feel nothing for one night! Maybe this will be "the night". And speaking of rest, of course the guys aren't. So I'm going to let them out of their purgatorial torture of naptime. Sweet dreams! |
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