Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Theft is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

So lately, we've been juggling a few things around here, mostly trying (in vain) to potty train Jack (with very little success), trying to get Jack to bed before 9:30pm (aiming for 8:00, mind you) trying to figure out why Sam sleeps only 30 minutes at a time during the day and maybe 4-5 hour stretches at night (at best), and all the while dealing with the standard accouterment which accompanies living life (paying bills, for example). So sleep has been a luxury lately. Ashley regales me with stories of naps, as she gets them, and we giggle with glee as we discuss how we're going to catch up on sleep when we send these boys to college in 18 years. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I was idly scrolling through friends-of-friends blogs and ran across this little gem. The writer is somewhat of a local celebrity, to the extent that someone who appeared for a short stint on radio as the third party to a morning show can be considered a local celebrity. Nonetheless, It'd be cool to meet her, as she seems really hilarious and her blog is wildly creative. For that she earns my respect.

Back to the point: I read this post and almost fell out of my chair laughing. Pictures do indeed say a thousand words. So I'm stealing her post and putting it here since it sums our our lives right now.

Sam Writes His Own Blog Post

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[You can tell I've run dry of publishable content when I start letting the 6 month old write.  But as far as I can tell, only Kelly L. and Julianne M. read this so it's really only for us three to laugh about.]