I've been living under a rock!

Okay, so our friends invited us to the movies last night, and on a WHIM I decided that it would be fun to go.  It's the first time that Bryan and I have gotten out of the house to do something without both of the kids being with us (Marissa came, but Phoebe stayed home) since Phoebe was born.  We decided to see The Island (our friends picked it, I hadn't heard of it).  Okay, so do you KNOW how much it cost for two adults and one child to see this damn movie?  Twenty-three damn dollars and 75 holy cell cents!  Yes, that would be $23.75!!

Jayzus!  Where the hell have I been?  I was anticipating it would be less than $20 for all three of us, but CinemaStar evidently felt that I was on crack.  To top it off, Marissa fell asleep about 1/2way through the movie.  I told Bryan that it was the most expensive nap she's ever taken.

At least the movie was good.  It smacked of Aldous Huxley, but with a twist.  Totally cool.  They even made Scarlett Johansson's big nose look mahvelous.  So, was it worth the $23.75?  Hell no.  Did I have a good time being among adults that were wearing clothes instead of pyjamas?  Yes, yes I did.

Disg-freakin-usting

This morning I awoke to a godawful stench.  Phoebe was wailing and crying, and something smelled FOUL and WRONG.

Bryan had put her to bed with a velcro diaper, and no cover.  She pooped.  And then removed her diaper.  And proceeded to smear her dung all over herself, and her playpen, whilst flinging her diaper places it shouldn't be flung.

I *think* she ate some.

WHY, little person, WHY WOULD YOU EAT SOMETHING THAT SMELLS SO BAD?

Phoebe is no longer allowed to go to bed in velcro diapers.  She is also forbidden to poop.  My stomach just can't handle it.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to you....

Happy Birthday to you....

You look like a monkey....

And you smell like my poo!

Happy Birthday to my bestest friend in the whole wide world.  I love ya, kid!

Feeling better.

Bryan picked up his last paycheck from his work, and it wasn't *too* bad.  I've sold a sling on eBay and some hairclips on an online board I visit, so that brought in a little change.  I'm actually not too stressed about the money or the bills.  Yet.  Bryan has an interview for a job here in town early next week, so I'll reserve my breakdown until then.

Ya wanna know something weird, though?  After all the stuff that has happened recently with the Mister and me... the online crap, the blog crap, the job crap.... we're doing really well together.  We're communicating, he's being receptive, we're getting along better.... and he just left the whole blog issue alone completely (which is unusual for him).  He's told me how proud he is of me, he compliments me.... it's kinda FREAKIN' ME OUT, but in a good way.

So, if you'll excuse me, I need to go pick a fight real quick and get things back to normal.

Cracks me up.

Marissa:  Hey, BeeBee, you know what we should do with my wall map?

BeeBee:  No, what should we do with it?

Marissa:  We should hang it on the wall.  Wouldn't that be cool?

I love that kid.