Child is wandering around in a droopy diaper and oh look, a box of playing cards, how fun will that be to clean up, but yes. We are still alive.
*sticks fingers in ears, lalalalalalalaaaaaa*
We're actually supposed to go to New York tomorrow and see a show. A very expensive show that we can't really afford, but that's what happens when you stumble across Rent on HBO right during Seasons of Love and decide that your life will not be complete until you see the show on Broadway, possibly forgetting THAT YOU ALREADY SAW IT ON BROADWAY. Your life will not be complete until you see it AGAIN, is my point, and anyway, it was very late and seemed like a good idea at the time. Right now it's not looking good, unless I go by myself. Which we all know is probably a bad idea, what with the trains and the likelihood of me getting on the wrong train and ending up in say, CHICAGO.
But again, we are still alive. I actually do kind of enjoy having the place to myself sometimes. I can dance around the living room with my iPod and a hairbrush, I can eat gigantic bowls of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese for dinner and I can watch all the girly movies I want.
Oh! The irony!
So yeah, we're keeping ourselves pretty entertained over here.
Surprise! (We're still working on this one. He's got the Macaulay Culkin face-slap down pretty well, though.)
Roar! Outside voice! Show Mama your tonsils!