Clicks

I have been sitting at the computer for over an hour now, and I have managed to download a hundred pictures, make a shutterfly book for my grandma’s birthday and add some shots to my facebook page.   Now, with my face sliding off my skull in fatigue, I wonder if just posting a bunch of pictures from the weekend counts as doing a blog post.

Pictures are a tricky thing on blogs.   I know that the relatives love them, but I wonder if anyone else does.   I mean, technically a “mommyblog” is at once an online babybook, a journal, an advice column and free psychotherapy, right?   So uploading a bunch of pictures certainly fills the babybook genre.   But then I think about the blogs I read and I think that the posts I enjoy the most are the ones about something.   Honestly, I  sometimes skim over other people’s  pictures.   So there: I solved my own dilemma.   I should actually venture to write something worthwhile and save the excessive pictures for the grannies.

Then we get to the “something worthwhile” quandary.   When the clock ticks closer and closer to the midnight hour, it is very tempting to fall into a litany of “what we did today.”   This can be either entertaining, or just plain drivel, I think.   Then I wonder if I am entertaining.   Obviously, I need to stop this internal conversation and write a post, for goodness sakes!

But then, what  is left of  a mommy’s brain at the end of the day??   On the floor with the scattered Cheerios?   In the pile of mismatched socks by the dryer?   Already asleep?

Shoot,   I may be better off posting pictures.   Is it Wordless Wednesday, yet?  

Take two.

No, really.   We’ve had a whirlwind few days.   Friday night Casey and I celebrated our anniversary.   My sister and her family came to spend the night and babysit for us.   (Yay!   Thank you Kimmie!!)    Saturday morning we had piles of pancakes and bacon and Kenny was in heaven playing with his cousins.   After they left, we were unable to cope with the rainy day outside and drove into the city to the local children’s museum.   Along with every other family in a fifty mile radius!   It was a madhouse and we barely lasted two hours.   But the boys had a blast:

We returned home exhausted and settled in for a family movie night with Horton Hears a Who!   Great movie.   Kenny was a little lost at times because he has the book memorized and kept up a constant critique, pointing out all the moments that were not in the book and asking about parts of the book that were left out.  

Monday Kenny and I dropped Cooper off with a friend and went to the dentist to  have matching teeth fixed: a cavity for him and a cracked tooth for me.   We borrowed a portable DVD player and he watched a movie through the procedure.   It couldn’t have gone better.   Until we got home and his tongue stayed too numb to eat, but the novacaine around his tooth wore off and the pain began.   He was mid-sentence when he dropped to his knees and burst into tears.   I ran over to him and he sobbed, “My tooth hurts!!!”   I started crying with him, because darn-it if mine wasn’t throbbing, too, and then Cooper joined in the game, wailing alongside us in commiseration.

Today was non-stop.   We left the house at 8 and didn’t get home until 5.   We packed in Cooper’s nine-month check-up (he is just shy of 22 pounds!), watching  a friend’s baby for a few hours, Kenny’s gymnastic’s class, lunch at McDonald’s, then finished up at another friend’s house to coach their high school son for his upcoming forensics competition.   By the time we got home we were all so tired that we popped at pizza in the oven and Kenny said, “I don’t need a bath tonight.   I really want to go to bed.”   Amen, son.