Trot was ready at lunchtime today.
Although I'm not quite sure why he HAD to have his Red Sox hat on, but the boy wasn't about to eat without his "Ha"; we're still having a time with our T's.
After that nirvana known as naptime, I figured a good way to kill some time was to take the monkeys outside to play while Ang ran some errands with Trot. And it WAS a good idea until Ang called, asking me to go inside and read her the grocery list.
As I reach the door to go back outside, Ciera bursts in hollering something about Rakes throwing stuff at her and the neighbor kid Josh; turns out it was half the pine straw in our front yard and it now rested on my driveway. Why would he throw pine straw? It doesn't hurt, you can't throw it far, and, well, it's PINE STRAW. I guess I should be grateful he ignored the 2 skateboards and the air pump lying nearby; although it would have been a whole lot easier to pick those up than sweep the stupid pine straw back into the yard.
I missed the Opening Kickoff, the house sounded like Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday afternoon for most of the night, and Rakes went down about 5 minutes ago; it's not even 9 p.m. yet.
Never thought I'd say this, but it makes me miss West Coast baseball games starting at 10 p.m. and playoff baseball that doesn't begin until 8:30.
That way I get to have the best of both worlds; I can put my kids to bed without my blood pressure reaching stroke levels AND see all of the game.
I'm all about the simple things in life.
The poll for what color the RSD blog should be is now closed, and blue won with a resounding 50% of the vote. Of course, there were only 22 votes, so resounding may be pushing it. Thanks to everyone who took the time to vote; I appreciate the input.
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