Toni Cheater Pants

I have a confession, internetz.

I have been cheating on you.

It's true.

I have a new lover in my life and it has quietly and unobtrusively eaten the time I used to spend here blogging and reading your blogs.

I am ashamed at my indiscretion.

I am! I swear.

I also know that this new lover is one that isn't necessarily approved of in the blogging community because of its fickiness about boobs and babies.

If you hadn't guessed, I have joined the ranks of those addicted to Facebook.

And addicted I am. Oh, sweet Mother Mary.

I really thought it would be a one-time foray into the underworld but, Holy Hannah, I can't stop! Each day I am asked to be friends with new people: old flames, old enemies, old friends and far flung family members. There's always a new status update and hugs to give and receive.

Oh, I have to tell you it is fun. SO fun.

I am trying to find a way to have two loves in my life on top of family stuff and school. I suppose it doesn't matter if we have clean underwear, does it?

Two

I now have a two year old.

Not a baby.

A toddler.

A little boy.

For so long, I have referred to Liam as "the baby" to my husband, family and friends. Obviously, that is because he is my baby, my youngest. Yesterday, though, as we celebrated his birthday, I looked at him and saw not a baby but (gulp) a boy.

He has a little boy haircut.

He likes cars, trains and balls.

He practices burping and says "poopy" when he, er, passes gas.

Yes, this baby I am raising has turned into a boy.

I'm not sure I am ready to bid farewell to those baby days just yet.

So, as his vocabulary explodes and potty training looms, I relish the fact that he still goes "night, night" with a blue satin blankie and prefers to be rocked by me. I will sniff a little deeper and longer when I catch a whiff of Dreft on his jammies. I am going to lap up every bit of this time I have left when the baby is still visible in this two year old boy.

She Lives!

So, you know it's been a long time since you've blogged if blogger says "who" when you sign in.

Seriously.

The delightful AFF pulled me out of the misery chaos that has filled the last umpteen days/weeks since I have checked into this dusty little place by sending an email entitled "Where you at?"

'Nuff said.

I have been sick. My kids have been sick. Twice. My daughter turned nine. Baby Jesus had a birthday, too. We had family functions and messes to make and subsequently clean up. Now, tomorrow, Liam turns two.

Is this mess of celebrating from Thanksgiving until now EVER GOING TO END?

Seriously. I love my son and am so glad he was born but why in the name of all that is good did I have another child within days of Christmas? What do you buy him that he didn't already get 8 days ago? For Pete's sake, there are still Christmas gifts that need removed from their packaging!

Eeek! I must stop thinking about it and find an empty spot in my overflowing closets to pile our loot from Christmas so that my parents and, God help me, Satan and his wife in-laws are coming tomorrow, along with 10-15 other close friends and family to help further trash the garbage heap that is my house.

Yippee!

So, if there are any of you left who bother to stop by and admire my cobwebs, what's up with you? Did you get anything cool from Santa?