Here, at long last, is the latest list of recent developments around here:
1. I discovered that whenever I'm reading an e-mail from my Work folder, Gmail's link above the message urges me to Go Back to "Work" and I can't help but feel that it's deliberately shaming me. Less often than it should be.
2. I accidentally drifted off to sleep on the couch one morning while the kids were playing, and when I woke back up I had a snap bracelet on my harder-to-reach wrist, as well as various toys on and next to me, which indicates that I was either playing in my sleep or being played with in my sleep. Both are equally likely, but I'm not sure which is more troubling.
3. When my wife J- inquired about an unfamiliar brown spot on my wrist, I rubbed it to confirm it was one of my many random freckles, but she doubted that despite my insistence. After a little back-and-forth, I had to silence her by licking my fingertip and rubbing even harder, which revealed this particular freckle to have been made of chocolate.*
* Thanks a lot, Muddy Buddies, you delicious little turncoats.
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Belly freckles are a big deal at our house. In fact, we have divided ourselves into two factions - the Plain Bellied Roths and the Freckled Bellied Roths.
FRECKLED BELLIES RULE!
(it is very late where I am posting from ...)
Being a new dad, I just recently posted about the perils of falling asleep around a little one (titled: Do Not Fall Asleep, if you're curious). Mine involved what I thought was baby poop in my hair.
Anyway... Tyler was 15 months old when I learned my lesson. I'm horrified to close my eyes around him. You have TWO kids, and the worst you get is a bracelet? Lame. I figured with two kids, you would have awakened to waterboarding.
Have you not learned the #1 rule of parenting??? Never, ever fall asleep!
They're like little Freddy Kreugers, my friend.
My dad used to fall asleep in his chair, and my sister and I would put curlers and Dippity-Do (ask J-) in his hair. He'd sleep right through it. I think you were being played "on." Just another convenient surface. Be glad they didn't have cosmetics.
Good think you didn't actually lick it directly. I wish all mine were chocolate.
good thing you're relaying this story post potty training time....I wouldn't lick a little brown smudge off of anything in those days.
I love those I told you so moments!
You should treasure them above all for their rarity, my dearest one.
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