Monday Monday. Trying to slip into the work week, never an easy proposition. Worked late on Friday night shooting Cantoni TV Spot in the store (B Roll Footage as they say.) Sounds mildly exciting. Boring. Cart got the Boy(s) out to the Mall for a little diversion. Maiden voyage of the new Double Stroller. I think the Double Stroller (DS going forward) truly makes us Breeders. It is a gargantuan (barely fits in the Honda Accords Trunk - yet another reason to get a Mini-Van) device. We now have 2 proper strollers, one cheapo umbrella stroller, and one jogging stroller. Then we have a kid friendly red wagon (holds two kids - you can strap them in - proper seats, the works,) and a Push Car thingy that can replace a stroller. Last time I counted we had 2 Boys. Yet we have 6 strolling type devices - and Carter wants to get a double stroller. We need another garage for all of these things.

In other news...I lost my shit this weekeend trying to fix Mimi's Computer (Mimi being my Mother-In-Law.) I was trying that which cannot be fixed - I literally worked w/ three seperate tech people on the phone (her email isn't working properly if you care) and exausted all threes resources. Houston, we have a problem. Indeed when the tech person tells you - I don't know what you should do, I'm baffled? So after spending a lot of time trying to fix it - with a crying baby in the background (Boy #2) and a crazed toddler (Boy #1), I go to MY computer and its dead in the water. HULK time. I lose it. Reach around to see if it is unplugged (it is) = so plug it in - and then discover that a protective plate on the back of the mac is lose, try to fix it, only for it to come off because its broke. HULK time x2 as I hurl the plastic piece into the dining room wall. Now I have a bitter reminder (an inch gash in the wall) of my fun computer repair weekend. All I can say is - Bad Stubie - BAD! For those playing along at home - stick a pin in your Stubie doll. What a dink. PATIENCE. I need more. MORE!

Until next time.

God bless Suki. Who is Suki? Suki is our cat. Boy #1 loves Suki. Yesterday Carter made a Sam's run, Diapers, wipes, all the fun things you buy when you have little Boy(s) in the house that soil themselves still. Expensive too. But, that's another rant. Anyway - the byproduct of the diaper/wipes run is some fun boxes left over as trash. Boy #1 is into all things TRUCK, and him and his Mom started playing a game called "Garbage" - yesterday was Garbage day for Team Tinsley - so I guess seeing the Garbage Truck runnin' down our Alley on his way to school was the motivation. Such a bright Boy. Anyway - "Garbage" the game had the Boy putting stuff into one box and then putting that box into the other. Laugher - and then repeat the process. All fine and good until I get home. After a Petco run for Dog Dog (black humour aside: we wonder - aloud - each time we buy a big bag of dog food if it will be Dog Dog's last) me and the Boy come back and he wants to play - Garbage. Enter Suki. Minding her own business, just wanting to be fed, she becomes the Garbage and is put into the box (the bigger box - Suki is a fat cat) and the placed into the other box. HILARIOUS laughing ensures and Suki meows and just hangs out for a very long time shut up in a box. The Boy then ups the ante and starts putting plastic plateware (knifes, forks, plates, etc.) from a picnic kit, into the box with Suki. This goes on for sometime. Bath time comes, read books, night night. Cock-A-Doodle Do. Fast forward to today. 7am. Boy is up and the first thing he wants to do - as Suki enters from outside. Garbage. The poor cat is probably still in that damn box.




Other Boy #1 news. He's hooked on the Animal Planet's "America's Funniest Animals" - he will sit there and cackle all through the show. It is pretty funny - but even more so, watching him cracking up over animal high-jinks.

Over and out for now.

Wyatt a.k.a. Boy #2 had his 5 week check up today. The stats for those playing along at home.

FIVE WEEK CHECK-UP
Weight: 11 lbs and 11 ozs - 95 %
Length: 22 3/8 - 75 %
Head: 15"

COMPARED TO HIS 2 WEEK NUMBERS
Weight: 8 lbs 5 ozs - 50 %
Height: 21 1/4 - 75%
Head: 14 1/4"

The Boy is a growing. Everything else checked out hony dory. He has a rash. His foreskin wasn't cut back enough during his circumcision - so Dr. Morchower had to pull it back. Not fun. We had to pull his pud twice daily now - so the foreskin doesn't affix up by the head. But other than that - everything is coolio.

Boy #1 is driving Mom nuts in the back while she is trying to bathe Boy #2.
Dad to the rescue...so Bye.

I've become my father. Not in some Freaky Friday sort of way. In my actions. I walk around my house turning off lights. Closet lights. Bedroom lights. Bathroom lights. They always seem to be on in a part of the house that isn't occupied. I walk around and turn them off - just like my Dad did when I was a young-in living at home. Note to Pop: I 'so' get it. Funny how you don't get most things while you are getting them - I think this thought is summed up best by Norman Maclean in "A River Runs Through It" - great story - and movie adaption too. I think this might be in the movie and not the book actually - for those that are exacting. I paraphrase of course: Norman, you like to write. Yes, I do. Well maybe one day, when you are old, you can write our story. Only then will you understand.

Amen to that.

ANOTHER GREAT QUOTE...
Each one of here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.

Revealing note: This movie makes me tear up - every dang dog time I watch it - just about the time the good Rev. is saying the above quote.

Be Cool.

My deep thought of the day. Why aren't the other Wiggle's worried about Jeff. I'm no Doctor, but his habit of suddenly falling asleep clearly indicates that he's narcoleptic.