1. I admit it. I have a cold. My voice, it is gone. It’s going to be a long weekend while I try desperately NOT to give it to Baba O’Riley. Poor baby. His mommy sounds like a gargoyle.

2. Freebird wants nothing more than to watch Here Come the ABCs over and over again. I am comforting myself with the two-sentence mantra, “It’s educational. And it’s a cool band.”

3. Did I mention I have a cold?

4. Hubby is going to the Steelers game tomorrow as his “thank you for holding my hand while I had a c-section and birthed our second son” present. I am so excited for him. I’m staying home. It’s going to be 40 degrees and raining, and I have a cold and two young children. I’m home, thanks. But I hope he has a great time.

5. It’s after midnight. Baba will wake up for a bottle at 4am. I need to sleep like damn.

6. Stupid cold. 

1. It is not even December, and I’m sick of Christmas. I went to Target and I wanted to body slam Santa Claus. I know, violence is not the answer but the holiday crapola was on the shelves at the Target before Halloween! By the time the holiday actually rolls in, I’ll be so over it it won’t be measurable.

2. Anyone else think that Hannah Montana is just a tween version of Jem and the Holograms? I’m not the only one (warning: video is unnecessarily long):

3. It is 42 degrees out, but all the trees are on fire with color. If it weren’t so freaking cold I’d take a walk. But I’m a lazy cow who likes her radiators.

4. Man, I am so good at procrastinating it’s not even funny. You have no idea how many things I’m avoiding doing right now as I type these words. Time to kick my own ass into gear I think.

Woot off! My chances
of getting anything done?
SO nonexistent.

Not much blogging here.
I write so much on Bitches
I have no words left.

But also, not much
random stuff to talk about.
I’m very tired.

I have a toddler.
And a two month old infant.
Sometimes, there is sleep.

And sometimes I am
profoundly intimate with
three o’clock a.m. 

I’m in a great mood today. I think there might be a pumpkin muffin in my future.

So can I tell you, I’m shopping NOW for Freebird’s birthday present? Yeah, I suck. But the truth is, with the recall and the lead and the who the hell knows, I don’t have time to sit and cross reference the toys with the recall lists, and damn if I can trust that it’s been taken off the online shelf in a timely fashion.

Freebird is going to be two. What the hell do I get him? So far I’m considering:

1. Geotrax starter set (the fire engine is the only thing I can find that’s been recalled - remind anyone of the red dye scare?) to see if he’d get into it or train tables or any of that stuff because Hanukkah? RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER NO FAIR.  Hanukkah this year is 5 December. Don’t even get me started. Freaking moving holidays.

2.  A pile of books and his own bookshelf with his name, plus a beanbag chair to read in.

3. I’ve got it! I’ll go to Australia and kidnap a Wiggle and have him live here with us! It’ll be like that kid who wants to keep the Verizon FIOS installation guy. Only better!

Get kelly clarkson a happy pill stat. Going grocery shopping when she’s on the store music is freaking depressing.