MAMATIME

I miss my buddy. He's up north with the paternals. And I'm here in the house killing wasps (two since 4 p.m.). And tomorrow a couple guys are coming over to pump our septic tank. It's just grand, this life. And when I say "kill," I mean like "it was worth it to spray down half the couch with that poison spray and also break a shoe beating the half-dead poisoned, stinging red monster to a pulp."

My name is Kim and I'm a spheksophobic.

This is probably it for this week since (a) he's not here and (b) when he's not here I like to do really DIFFERENT things ... things you can't do with a 2.5 year old hanging around (like blog on WEDNESDAY instead of THURSDAY) -- I'm telling you it really is just WILD around here.

There were a few good quotes from earlier in the week:

• "Dad tee-teed! Yay Dad! You did it! All by yourself!"
• "I did not scream. I just yelled."
• "Mom! I pooped another big log."
  

We're so proud.

Until next week ...