Logarrhea
Logarrhea is one of my favorite words-diarrhea of the mouth. I thought of it because Brian just spent 20 minutes telling me a story about work and I got lost somewhere around 10 minutes. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I started laughing and had to admit that I had no idea what he was talking about. Ironically, this post will be a little of my own logarrhea. You can skip this altogether and I won't be offended.
Luckily, our week has improved slightly. Leah has stayed in her carseat without flying, violent trantrums-any day without that is obviously a good day. There is still the question of what do we do the next time that happens...but I don't want to think about that tonight.
So, a blog isn't a blog without some animal pictures, right? Our friend Dan came over to help Brian haul his stupid, broken scooter to the shop (another story that I don't care to get into. Too raw.) Dan brought his daughter, Baylee, and his 'dog', Max. Max is technically a chihuahua but smaller than a house cat. My girls were immediately enamored with him. "Kitty! Kitty!" Hannah kept saying over and over, like a mantra. She must have called him 'kitty' about a hundred times. Neither Dan nor Baylee were very amused with that; I get the feeling that Dan's manhood is slightly bruised by owning such a specimen. Leah was adamant about holding him, but as soon as I put Max in her lap, he would spin in circles and shake like he was having a seizure, shedding nearly a head full of fur on both of us. Leah eventually gave up on Max, especially after she offered to let him play with her Prince Charming Polly Pocket and he snubbed her. At this point, I put on a movie for Baylee and Leah (Enchanted) to try to distract Leah from the 'dog' and Baylee from being mortified by the whole scene. Leah spent the duration of the movie about two inches from Baylee's face, giving her a play by play of what was happening in the movie and demanding a response. Baylee handled it well, she really tried to smile and nod politely. You can't ask much more from a seven year old. Meanwhile, Hannah and Max got hungry and moved into the kitchen to beg for food and scavenge leftovers off the floor. I fed Max a hotdog and some cheese (according to Dan, the fact that Max eats cheese proves that he's part rat.) Hannah is also a cheese fanatic, so they crouched on the floor together, consuming cheese in a very similar way-put a bit in your mouth, spit it out to examine, share with your cheese companion, who puts the same bit in his/her mouth. Repeat until someone swallows the soggy bit. Start over with a new bit. The whole scene was so horrifying and amusing I just couldn't bring myself to break it up. Max will probably have some bad gas tonight. As soon as the guys came back from the scooter fest, Max ran out the door as fast as he could, followed by Baylee. I think she was pretending to want to catch Max, but probably desperate to escape the running movie commentary. Much to their chagrin, Dan invited us over next week. He probably would've been running too if he had stayed and witnessed.
Luckily, our week has improved slightly. Leah has stayed in her carseat without flying, violent trantrums-any day without that is obviously a good day. There is still the question of what do we do the next time that happens...but I don't want to think about that tonight.
So, a blog isn't a blog without some animal pictures, right? Our friend Dan came over to help Brian haul his stupid, broken scooter to the shop (another story that I don't care to get into. Too raw.) Dan brought his daughter, Baylee, and his 'dog', Max. Max is technically a chihuahua but smaller than a house cat. My girls were immediately enamored with him. "Kitty! Kitty!" Hannah kept saying over and over, like a mantra. She must have called him 'kitty' about a hundred times. Neither Dan nor Baylee were very amused with that; I get the feeling that Dan's manhood is slightly bruised by owning such a specimen. Leah was adamant about holding him, but as soon as I put Max in her lap, he would spin in circles and shake like he was having a seizure, shedding nearly a head full of fur on both of us. Leah eventually gave up on Max, especially after she offered to let him play with her Prince Charming Polly Pocket and he snubbed her. At this point, I put on a movie for Baylee and Leah (Enchanted) to try to distract Leah from the 'dog' and Baylee from being mortified by the whole scene. Leah spent the duration of the movie about two inches from Baylee's face, giving her a play by play of what was happening in the movie and demanding a response. Baylee handled it well, she really tried to smile and nod politely. You can't ask much more from a seven year old. Meanwhile, Hannah and Max got hungry and moved into the kitchen to beg for food and scavenge leftovers off the floor. I fed Max a hotdog and some cheese (according to Dan, the fact that Max eats cheese proves that he's part rat.) Hannah is also a cheese fanatic, so they crouched on the floor together, consuming cheese in a very similar way-put a bit in your mouth, spit it out to examine, share with your cheese companion, who puts the same bit in his/her mouth. Repeat until someone swallows the soggy bit. Start over with a new bit. The whole scene was so horrifying and amusing I just couldn't bring myself to break it up. Max will probably have some bad gas tonight. As soon as the guys came back from the scooter fest, Max ran out the door as fast as he could, followed by Baylee. I think she was pretending to want to catch Max, but probably desperate to escape the running movie commentary. Much to their chagrin, Dan invited us over next week. He probably would've been running too if he had stayed and witnessed.
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