FLiP Fantastic

A little video starring my three favorite things...
Katie, Michael and the Gators.


Aw, poor Manus. Didn't make the top three? Maybe someday. You're easily in my top 20.

Only a doting mother would find feeding a baby interesting enough to record. Only a delusional one would think anyone else would be interested in watching it.



Gotta love this FLiP!

First Day of School

Well, it had to be done. Our poor Mickey Boy started daycare. And yes, that IS what I'm calling him these days. If it makes you cringe, well... Address all your hate mail to wtf@you-might-as-well-have-named-him-Sue.com.

Manus will be sending around a petition for a nickname injunction.

We enrolled him at Kendall Presbyterian Church's Early Start Program. I didn't know really anything about it but my mom suggested it and we just had the dumb luck of one space opening up in the 6 month old class. My mom is saving us by taking and picking Mick up on the days that I go to work. Ideally we would like to find a place near us on the beach, but as we don't want Mickey in daycare any more than he has to be, it's probably good that this place is close to work but far from home because I know I'd be tempted to drop him off for a few hours on my days off. I do that with Katie already, but that is a matter of sanity.

I am really impressed with the center as they have weekly lesson plans (I know, I know, for a 6 month old?!) well, whatever... Having them say that on Monday they will look at themselves in a mirror for an hour before moving on to "Find your Toes" is better than admitting that Tuesdays are filled with Separation Anxiety Hour and "Afternoons spent Crying".

Each day Michael will come home with a paper that notes when and what he ate, when and how long he napped, diaper changes and the day's disposition. (I'm waiting for "spoiled-ass brat" to get ticked off)

The best part is they take pictures of each child and email them to the parents during the day. As if to say, "Look how happy your child is here at Early Start!" These weren't the clothes I'd sent him to school in so I have to imagine Mickey had been happy up his back and out his pant legs at some point prior to photo time. Where's the picture of that?!!

Please don't let the irony escape you of my very Catholic husband marrying a Methodist and sending one child to school at the Presbyterian church and the other to learn with the Baptists. We are all going to hell.


"Mickey Boy, Mickey Boy, where's your little sticky toy?"

Bad Naked

Do you remember the Seinfeld episode where Jerry tries to show his girlfriend the difference between good naked and bad naked? Well if bicycle repair wasn't enough to elucidate the matter, allow me to offer another example.

Monday has become my house cleaning day and each week in addition to a general tidying, I choose one area to focus on and really give a good cleaning to. This way I'll have the whole house spotless by 2012. Today I tackled the kids' tub. As it was going to take a bit more than plain elbow grease to scrub off the dirt ring, I broke out the Clorox. To protect my black shirt from flying cleanser, I decided to just strip it off and bleach in my briefs.

As I bent over the side of the tub and began to muscle through the thick layer of dirt, grime and blue Rub-a-Dub tub foam, my eyes caught movement. There, swinging in time to the scrubbing, were my breasts. Though fairly small in size, they are surprisingly pendulous.

We went walking yesterday down through South Beach for breakfast and to soak up the beautiful weather. South of 5th street has become, of late, the area for wealth ergo (I guess) attracts a certain type of woman performing various types of activities on a Sunday morning. I created a descriptive category for them that I called "AIs" as in Anorexic with Implants. I created a descriptive category for myself after today's chores... "Locks in Socks".

Take a combination lock and toss it into a knee-high gym sock. Now hold that up to your chest. Now sway.

As Michael obliged me with an extra long nap, I was able to finish the tub and move on to bleaching the grout lines on the bathroom floor. With bleach. On my hands and knees. Example #3 of Bad Naked.