So, I asked Kate if I could write something again. I read her blog every chance I get. She is so funny and such a great writer. In no way do I think that I could possibly be as witty. I have been trying to figure out what to write. Last time I wrote about the Olympics. But this time I think I am going to simply just give my side of the story.
First, as Kate has confirmed before, we live in an insane asylum. Yup, this place is freaking nuts. two toddlers that are in their terrible twos and a little boy who will be four in March and has speech delays so he cannot express himself sometimes. I know that it has to be as frustrating for him as it for me and Kate. As I type this George is laying on the floor and crying for some unknown reason, Eleanor is making Play Doh ducks and making them quack. Oliver has stripped off all of his clothing and is standing in the front window in his Star Wars underwear for all the neighborhood to see. Kate and I have given up on keeping him clothed as it is completely futile.
Few minutes later…. Oliver and Eleanor are now eating ice cubes. Ice cubes! The whole front lawn and street are frozen two inches thick with ice? Why do they want ice? Its because they are total whackadoos. In case you are wondering about George-well he has stopped crying but is now completely covered in tears and snot.
George is now sitting on Kate’s lap and is quietly zoning out. The other two are playing Play Doh. Oh by the way, its 11 AM.
I want to watch the Superbowl tonight. Wait! Eleanor just tossed a plastic dump truck up in the air and it came down and hit her in the face. Now she is crying….wait now she is laughing. Hmmmm. Oliver wants more ice. So… I want to watch the Superbowl but my chances of getting to are pretty slim since the TV police in this house only allow for kids shows. Man I really hope that Arizona wins… How awesome will that be? Now the girl is crying since she was throwing Play Doh and Kate took it away. Now wait…she is screaming. Loud! HA! Oliver just ate some Play Doh! Kate caught him and told him to spit it out but he was too fast and swallowed it. So… Superbowl. Um, yeah….
Does this whole thing seem disjointed? I’m disjointed.
PLAY DOH!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
FRENCH FRIES! DADDY DADDY DADDY I WANT FRENCH FRES!
I wonder if Kate would be mad if I had a bunch of beers for lunch.