My goodness how time flies when you're having fun. I have neglected this blog and I'm sorry that I have. It isn't like the kids haven't given me material to write about, because they have. Trust me. Like when Miles put his shirt on inside out and Joe pointed it out to him and Miles said, "So that's why my armpits are cold." Because having a shirt on wrong, will create cold armpits? I guess so. Remember that next time you are putting on your clothes. You don't want cold armpits.
Or... having to listen to Caitlynn's new favorite songs every time I'm in the car with her... Dancing Queen by Abba (she prefers the one on the Mamma Mia soundtrack) and YMCA by The Village People. I now regret these purchases for my iPod and more importantly, I regret hooking the iPod up to the car stereo. Caitlynn hates it when I do the YMCA dance in the car. Of course, I am driving when the song is playing and placing my hands above my head to form a Y makes it hard to drive (but Miles informed me that I can drive with my knees ... well, duh, I knew that!). I don't text-and-drive but I do dance and drive. Is that against the law? I'm wondering what is next on Caitlynn's list of favorite songs. Perhaps I can introduce her to Celebration by Kool and the Gang or Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
I promise to write a little more often. It's just that school is demanding a lot from me and I just haven't had the time.
I leave you until next time with Kool and the Gang:
Miles has a weird fascination with the name Steve. I don’t get it. We all seem to get hung up on words, or at least I do. I find that if I repeat a word long enough out loud then it starts to sound funny.
Try it. Say “endorse” 20 times aloud. Starts to sound a little weird, eh?
Anyway…
So, Miles likes the name Steve. He’s been writing it on pieces of paper for the past few months. He drew a robot and named it Steve. He also named a stuffed animal Steve. Specifically, the stuffed animal is actually a black and white hamster (one of those Webkinz toys).
Normally, I’m happy to go along with the Steve bit. Steve, this. Steve, that.However, I’m a little tired of Steve the (stuffed) Hamster. He seems to be getting in all sorts of trouble lately.
For instance, I caught Steve the (stuffed) Hamster lounging on the dining room table. I’m not a neat freak, by any means, but I have rules about animals on the table. If Dexter the (actual) Cat is not allowed to sit on the table – his favorite place, by the way – then Steve the (stuffed) Hamster is not allowed to either. He was just sitting there all day long while Miles was away at school. He got in Dexter the (actual) Cat’s way and ended up on the floor. I think Dexter was claiming his territory. Steve didn’t put up much of a fight. Wimp.
Then sometimes I find Steve in my bed. I woke up next to Minnie Mouse last week. She wasn’t that intrusive, aside from the weird staring bit, but I’m not keen on sharing a bed with rodents. Plus, I didn’t know Steve was in bed and I laid on him – mighty uncomfortable, I might add. Steve got thrown across the bedroom. I’m finding that Steve the (stuffed) Hamster is very aerodynamic. Look! Flying hamster! I think that’s a new species!
But Steve seems to be everywhere. He even went out to dinner with us. Didn’t pick up the bill, but ordered lots of food and didn’t eat very much.
Damn you, Steve.
I might have to order a hit on Steve. Maybe I can hire Dexter the Cat for the job. Nah, he’s too expensive (you should see his list of demands – 10 hours/day of constant petting and eating breakfast promptly at 6:30 am. Geez.) Rather, I can pay off the Gang of 12 – Caitlynn’s very own Webkinz. Their leader – a mighty Tiger. The job will be done with stealth-like precision.
