3 1/2 Time-Outs Tuesday #4

Last week I wrote The Standard Bearer’s Battle Hymn which was linked to by The Pulp.it and NCR.  I’m over the moon excited, but still slightly amused that the blog post before that with the half-naked cowboy got double the hits.  The ladies all protested that they didn’t like that muscle-y man, but they sure hurried over here to see what on earth I was writing about.

Earlier this week, I was in the computer nook paying bills and listening to #7 whinging and complaining as she was waking from her mid-morning nap.  I was kinda ignoring her in favor of paying the electric bill, they get mean if you don’t pay them, plus she wasn’t selling me on the fact that she was serious yet.  Then she started shrieking bloody murder and I decided she was serious.

I darted around the corner of my bedroom to see my 2-year-old hugging the baby tightly to his chest around her calves.  Her head was near his knee caps and her fingers brushed the floor.  He had come to his sister’s aid, grabbed her ankles, dragged her off the bed, and was holding her legs with one arm as he patted her and coo-ed “Shhhh.  Shhhhh.  It’s okay bay-bee.  I love you.  Shhh.  Shhhhh.”  She didn’t seem very reassured or comforted at all.  I guess being dangled upside down immediately upon waking is upsetting to 7 week olds.  I’ll make a note of that.

 Have you seen the presidential candidate Vermin Supreme?  The guy with the boot on his head?

He’s promising money for time travel research, mandatory teeth brushing because there are people out there with rank breath and ponies for everyone.  #7 heard that, pulled on her sock, and decided to join the revolution.

Free ponies?  I’m in!

I learned last week that I can hide shredded sweet potato in anything with tomato sauce. I hid a huge potato in the spaghetti the other night.