Some Funny Things

• We are looking at switching to AT&T (more on that in the future), and I was delighted to see on their website that they offer "Polish Customer Service." Hurrah for the Chicago area!

• In the middle of the night last night Stephen touched my shoulder and softly murmured, "I gave you three." My response: "Huh?" Again: "I gave you three." Then, "No, I gave you four." I have no idea what was going on.

• Yesterday I had two massively explosive diapers in less than 20 minutes: one from Charlotte (ruined an outfit!) and one from Baylor. And Jack's was very nearly explosive. I have no idea what disagreed with those boys, and I really thought those days were over with them. Luckily the crib sheet and mattress pad were saved.

• Jack is inexplicably terrified of a plush cow that attaches to the bouncy seat and plays "Old MacDonald" when its plastic cord is pulled. Honestly, if that cow is pulled and he hears that tune, he screams and breaks into inconsolable tears. I am mystified. The cow now resides in a hidden location.

• See, this is mystifying because, ordinarily, both boys adore cows. They LOVE cows. They point at any and all cows they see anywhere and make the cow noise, which is not that far away from being "mooooo." Maybe he just hates that song.

• Sorry for all the gas references, but it's pretty funny that Baylor giggles crazily when his little sister lets out big belches.

• Also funny is Jack's new dance move: bend at the waist and wiggle your bottom, all the while keeping your legs as still and straight as possible.

• NOT funny is how The Office was preempted by the vice presidential candidate debate. I am sorry, I am having a really hard time getting excited about voting this fall. I will vote because I believe it is one of the most important things I can do, and I will eventually succumb to choosing a candidate (it's so easy to know for whom I will not vote), but for now I am just really annoyed by everything political, especially when it keeps me from enjoying the one and only show I keep up with. Perhaps this is because the election is all I have heard about for the last 18 months.

• All I ask for from Jack and Baylor is just the tiniest bit of privacy from time to time, especially when I take the rare (and short) bathroom break. Baylor thinks that is it hilarious that I run away and shut the door, and he does everything he can to open the door, barge on in, and watch me. This is ludicrously easy for him to accomplish, as our doors are sixty years old and don't exactly latch all the way. Also, the boys are very aware of what doorknobs do and are just getting tall enough to reach them.

• I only take these breaks when I think they are otherwise engaged, ie, in the other room playing and singing to themselves, unable to see me. Haha, Mom, the joke's on you.

• Last note on the whole bathroom issue: I do at least make the most of my interruptions by having Baylor stand near the toilet as I explain what "flushing" and "washing" are. He is very proficient at standing at the commode and waving bye-bye to the potty. No luck yet on getting him interested in going through the whole process himself.

• Baylor cried this morning when he saw me putting his favorite sweatshirt away in his closet. (He was in his footie pajamas at the time.) How dare I not let him wear 18 layers of winter clothing at all times!

• I want to cry when I think about giving Charlotte one of the boys' cribs and moving them into the two twin beds (with guardrails, of course.) This won't happen for awhile, as she still wakes up so much in the night and I have no desire to trek upstairs that often, but still, I want to break into tears when I think of my little baby boys sleeping in big boy beds. Stephen thinks I am crazy.

• When we were slightly younger and I was much skinnier, Stephen and I had to sleep together in a twin bed on a couple occasions. We thought it was snuggly and special. Now I would rather sleep on the floor than do this. I need my space! Ah, the honeymoon is over.

• I don't really have one grand, over-arching funny thing to close this with. I'll just close with a word snapshot of our upcoming weekend: visiting grandparents; picking pumpkins; gathering family; baptizing baby; showering (with presents) baby; and resting family.

Have a fall-filled weekend!