Today is a day filled with anticipation. Today we have our Ultrasound. Today, if everything goes right, we get to find out the sex of the baby. Today is the day before Friday!!

A few of you were interested in a picture of Genuine Girl’s eyes.

This is another block in the foundation of my argument why I will not retire to the State of Florida. Apparently when you are a judge in Florida you have to pass an exam besides that State’s bar exam. Yes folks the men in black must first pass a test that proves that they are incompetent.

The couple apparently feared the suspect and tried to get a court-ordered injunction to keep him away from their family. However, a judge denied the request on account that there was not enough evidence to support the stalking charge

You honor, I would like to introduce to you to a 5 year old girl. She would like an explanation as to why her parents are dead. Perhaps it’s because in the great state of Florida you judges see fit to err on the side of death.

My daughter has it. What is it you ask? It means she is just as pretty as this girl.

For those of you that want to really know the answer, click below….

Answer

Now your day is complete.

Can anyone tell me how to get the benefit of 15 cups of coffee without actually having to drink that many cups?

I would pay for that.

Really?

Sorry I was just told that perhaps that might land me in jail for possession.

Wait a minute, don’t you get to eat three squares and sleep in jail?

That’s not jail……that’s a vacation.

What was the point of this post again????

As I said below, Genuine Baby has finally cracked that first tooth, and I’m sure he will be getting the remainder of his choppers very soon. As I celebrate in that milestone, I then realized that the dreaded weaning from his bottle will be coming soon. This can be a difficult period for any child, but I feel that it is even tougher for the parents.

The bottle for Genuine Baby is his best friend, his crack pipe so to speak, and a lifesaver for Mommy and Daddy. The bottle has quieted him on the worst of sleepless nights, and when he is cranky or fighting off the latest cold or sniffle, it serves a medicinal purpose. He rarely cries, but when he does, a bottle always seems to be the answer to his lament.

Our other children, for the most part, stopped drinking from a bottle at or near their first birthday, each of them of course having a minor discrepancy to our position on the matter. This little guy is by far the most addicted to the bottle. I blame the parents for this because it seems to be the most efficient way to soothe him with as little effort as possible. As we all know a quick fix in the long run can be worse that than the proper fix had we chosen the more laborious manner of soothing. In short, the old saying of “pay me now or pay me later” is usually followed by our choice of the latter.

Our problem will be in the details. I would think we would want to wean this little one from the bottle before the new baby arrives. This would allow us to have only one child bottle fed at a time. I’m wondering if the reasoning will be difficult. As the DT’s are at their height, we suddenly introduce new baby and guess what, new baby bottle. I’m sure he will not understand our point of view. We will be taking away his best friend, his crack pipe, and turning it over to the newest member of the Genuine clan. That should go over well.

For some reason I can see the only one that truly will NEED a bottle is me and Mommy, except our bottle comes in a nice purple bag.

We have tooth…..Thank God!

Genuine: Stop arguing with me and pick up your eggs!

Genuine Girl: *stamping foot* I’m not arguing!!

*pause as she picks up eggs then runs to Mommy*

Genuine Girl: Mommy? What does arguing mean?

Well let’s not talk here for goodness sake. Mrs. G is talking about sex over at her place.

Yeah, go over and give her your two cents……actually make it a nickel I have kids to put through college.

I feel spread so thin I’m opaque. Just when I think I have a leg up, I am faced with another haymaker knocking me to the canvas. I feel about as lazy as one can feel, yet I am exhausted. Unless it’s life or limb threatening, I’ll get around to it in a while.

This is a classic example. I know that this Sunday we all move our clocks ahead an hour. My laziness is such that I have yet to set the clock back an hour from the fall. It’s easier to subtract the hour in my head. I guess I have saved myself the hassle of actually having to take it off the wall to do it. Ignore it long enough and it will take care of itself?

Now where did I put my tax stuff?

UPDATE: Yes Chasmyn, I did mean translucent, but now I’m too lazy to actually change the word.