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Late Night Insight

Hey Everyone!  It’s me, the negligent blogger!  Sorry, I’ll bring flowers next time.

The Banks’ residence has been it’s usual hubbub of activity.  So hubbuby in fact, that I have a very exciting announcement to make.  You see, something happened in this house, for the first time in more than two years (which coincidentally, is the approximate age of my youngest).  For the first time, in over seven hundred and thirty days, I saw the very bottom of my laundry pile, and had every piece of clothing (minus the ones on bodies) cleaned, folded and tucked into newly purged drawers.

Do you know how many pieces of clothing belong to a 5-year-old, a 3-year-old and a 2-year-old?!?!  A freaking lot…that’s how many.  And they’re all so TINY!  It’s like folding 15 loads of doll clothes.  And in a household where regular activities include finger painting, face painting and baking…it’s no wonder my kids are dressed like this from time to time.

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Yeah, if you’re looking for me I’ll be over in Proudofmyselfsville.

So anyway…among the many things that have happened, the thing I am about to try to capture took place as well.  And as soon as it did, I thought, I gots to go put that there on that old blog I gots there.

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Now Commencing Descent From Planet Cookooville

Hello?  Are you still out there?  It’s me, Lora.  You may remember me from the “Monster Stuffie Giveaway” contest where I asked everyone and their mother to refer their friends over to F-Words to follow my blog.  Then I wrote one post and dropped off the face of the Earth.  You’re WELCOME friends!

Oh, you’re thinking, THAT Lora.  And now you’re thinking, THAT Lora who can’t seem to GET OVER HERSELF.  Announcing her big comeback?  Woo.  Hoo.  Let life begin anew.  Anyway…

I guess before I start back in on this whole blogging thing, I should provide some sort of explanation.  Well, here it is.  I went nuts.  Crazy.  Insanseville.  I don’t like to throw around words like “nervous” or  “breakdown,” so instead I will lay them lightly at your feet and pray that you tread lightly.

Anyway, as luck would have it, going nuts was exactly what I needed.

You see, I don’t know if you remember, but I had a bake stand at our local Farmer’s Market, was writing a blog and was trying to raise three young children.  Turns out, those three things don’t really go together.

I’ll give you the Coles Notes version.  My first sign should have been that I developed a stress induced rosacea rash that covered my entire face.  But that wasn’t obvious enough.  Then of course the clumps of hair I was finding post shower were just some weird, random occurrences.  Still no blip on the crazyometer.  The fact that I did not sleep, sit down or stop at all, was also just a little too subtle for me.  No, I needed a full blown hammer to the skull and guess what?  I got it.

The hammer came in the form of a sweet, little, long-haired, crown-wearing, 4-year-old girl.

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Summer Days: Summer Good, Summer Great!

Finally.  It’s here.  No more snowsuits.  No more hats and mitts.  No more boots.  It’s all bare feet and sunscreen from here on out.

It’s been BEAUTIFUL here lately.  And on one of the many awesome days we’ve been having lately, we broke out the old sprinkler.  It is always a hit.  It’s the great equalizer.  No one, regardless of their age, gender, race, or creed can deny that the splash of a sprinkler on your feet on a super hot day makes you giddy.

My kiddles happen to agree.

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And the award for best baby name generator goes to: The baby!

This morning we were discussing the origins of the kids names (which in our case is…the Internet).  This is how it went down.

RUBY:  When you saw me did you know my name was Ruby?

ME:  Sort of.  When I was pregnant, I saw the name Ruby, and I loved it, and I called Daddy right away and told him and he said “Let’s do it.”  So we named you Ruby.

RUBY:  Did you know Emma’s name before she was borned?

ME:  Actually, when Emma was born, her name was Annabelle for a couple of days before we changed it to Emma.

EMMA:  I not Annabelle.  I Emma.  Or Money.

I should have let her name herself.  Money Banks?  At least we could have a solid rap career to retire on.

Lora

Is it just me…

…or does Zooey Deschanel remind anyone else of Adam Sandler in drag trying to be cute?  I know it’s weird, but every time I see her face, or hear her voice (which is ALL THE TIME) all I hear is, “Stop looking at me swan.”

I’m sorry.  I’ve just had a little too much Zooey.  It’s time to change des-chanel.  (Heh?  Get it?  Like change the channel?)  She’s just over saturating the market with her little pixie face and perfect hair and sickeningly-sweet-baby-kissing-puppies-level-cuteness.

Plus, Chris just downloaded the Winnie the Pooh soundtrack for the kids, so between that, Elf and this movie that was EVERYWHERE over Christmas, I’m just a little over it.

That’s all.  Now I feel much better.

Lora