My friend Tori has a blog beyond compare. It is witty and interesting and funny enough to make me spray tea out my nose. BUT Tori’s blog has this freaky color-changing action going on. Now, to tell you the truth, it doesn’t actually bother me all that much. But she had asked her readers to vote: ditch the color strobe or keep it. I voted to ditch it and was massively outnumbered by votes to keep it. Like I said, the colors really don’t bother me. Being voted down – now that bothers me.
I’ve decided to wield the power of my massive readership (never mind that I’m pretty sure Tori makes up about 20% of my massive readership), and sway the vote. So I’m begging you all, go to Tori’s blog and vote in the comments section to LOSE THE COLORS. You’ll be glad you did. Well, maybe not, but I’ll be glad you did, and it’s all about me.
Moving on…
I’m such a good mom that I made buttermilk pancakes from scratch this morning, and Max got his long awaited chance to help. He climbed right up on the counter and dumped things in the bowl as I measured them out. He chattered about everything, cracked the egg all by himself, and when I scooped out a cup of flour he pointed to it and said, “Don’t forget to level off the soft.”
I’m such a bad mom that I sat at the computer first thing this morning to check my email (told you I was obsessed), and took so long Tre was lying on the floor, chewing on my ankle to demonstrate his hunger by the time I moved into the kitchen to make the aforementioned pancakes.
I’m such a weird mom that I spent the evening spitting ice into Raphael’s wide-open mouth because it made him giggle.
And now, because I’ve been reading when I should have been blogging, I’m a very tired mom. Good night.