A Blog Derailed

Soooo, what do you think, should I begin with the usual apologies and excuses, or just cut to the chase? Oh, I have an idea. If you're interested in my justifications and rationalizations for the negligence I have exhibited in relation to the blog, please see former entries. If you've had enough, read on.

Why don't we start with the current happenings... I've been in my baby boy's room trying to get him to sleep. See, he can climb out of bed now, so the napping process is much more complex than in the days of yore. I sat in the rocking chair next to his bed, reading my book and sipping my chai and basically acting as an accountability agent. For a time there was some "hi mommy"-ing, then kisses through the slats and finally he put his "bink" (blanket) over his head and lay down and fell asleep. I softly closed my book and made my way back to the living room to endeavor to recap the summer in the briefest, most descriptive way possible. As I exited Robben's room, I began to smell smoke. A putrid smoke. Rounding the corner of the hallway, I began to SEE the smoke hanging in the air and swirling around the Guitar-Hero-playing-figure that was Tyler. In a panic-stricken voice I exclaimed, "Smoke! Tyler! What's burning? Look at the smoke!" Smart as he is, Tyler is not real speedy, but he jumped up at the realization of the source of the offensive odor. Prior to sitting down with his video game, Tyler had started the process of boiling his toothbrush, because Robben, on one of his little excursions out of bed, had selected it as a good candidate for his own oral hygiene practice. Not wanting baby saliva and dust bunnies on his brush, Tyler elected to sterilize it. Then forgot. Now his toothbrush looks much like a marshmallow that was left roasting over a campfire and dripped from the stick into the sea of dancing flames. I can't even begin to fathom where the bristles went! In any case, we are now one pot and one toothbrush short. And I have a headache from the Oral-B fumes. I had planned to update you on the Hiester Summer, but will have to postpone for fear of brain-cell-loss. A serious condition when you are already running so low and demanding so much of what you do possess!