On the Road Again
April 06, 2009
I'm loading up the boys and the suitcases and the crappy laptop and the car and trying to remember how to dismantle the damn Jumperoo lest I drive up to Philadelphia with it strapped merrily to the roof of my car, blaring Old MacDonald Had a Farm all the way up I-95. I'll be spending the week with my parents, and...gah. I don't know what to say about it anymore. It's...really, really bad, you guys. I would say more than that, but my mom reads and I don't think it will help anything to have it all spelled out here in black and white, and I'm guessing y'all can get the general idea of what's going on without me saying any more than that.
Anyway, my mom mostly comes here to look at baby photos because they cheer her up.
Sitting! Sort of.
Ridiculous rattlely socks! Chompy.
Sweet potatoes! Joyous.
Two teeth nubs! Juicy.
Big brother! Ignoring me.
Rocket ship! Blast off! And other long-winded details re: plots of recent Little Einsteins episodes.
I hope that helped, Mom, a little. I'll be there soon. We'll eat some brownies and have lasagna for dessert.