I've been meaning to post on here for so long but something always gets in the way.  This morning, for instance, I was all excited to clean the first 2 hours that the kids were at school (their first day back after Christmas break) and then sit down to update the blog for the last hour or so.  I had just sent the kids out the door 10 minutes before and was on the floor playing with Augie without a 4 and 3 year old running all about when I heard a knock at the door.  It frightened the crap out of me since I had just been thinking about a friend who recently told me that her house, which is only a few blocks from ours, had been robbed at 11AM a few days before Christmas.  I looked out the window though and realized it was Andrew.  Phew, right?  Wrong!  I opened the door and he had a strange look on his face.
"What?  What is it?"  I asked....truly having no idea what it could be.  "You scared the daylights out of me.  I was just thinking about how Jennifer's house was robbed and I thought you were a robber."
"There was no one there," he said.
"What?"  I asked...still having no clue what he was talking about.
"You didn't answer your phone.  I tried calling but you didn't answer.  I tried ringing the door bell and everything.  There were cars parked there but no one was inside the school."
"NNNOOO!"  I said.
"Sorry babe.  They're both in the car right now."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I said aloud (it was more of a scream inside of my head).
"Sorry babe," he said.
"I think I would have preferred the robber," I said.

It's been weeks since I've gotten any time to myself to clean this disaster zone we're living in.  I was so looking forward to those 3 hours of freedom (well...3 hours with just me and the baby that is.  At this point in the game, babies who do not yet crawl don't really count as freedom interference).  The night before though, as Andrew and I were laying in bed I told him that now that the time had come for the kids to go back to school I was sad and that it made me wish that I could keep them home and play with them instead of sending them the next day.  It wasn't until he showed up at the door with the two rugrats in the car this morning that it dawned on me that I apparently say things/ convince myself that I think things in order to feel like a good mom.

All I can say is thank god nobody answered the door to that school this morning!  Because no doubt they and everyone else they told would have had a good laugh and thought, "There go those crazy Lamoureuxes again! The same lunatics that brought their kids to school in pajamas one week after pajama day!"  (see lamoureuxlife for the full story on how I dropped the ball that day).

Random:
- Yesterday I said something to Elek about barfing.
"What does 'barf' mean?" he asked.
"It's when you throw up. When the stuff in your tummy comes back up and out through your mouth," I explained.
"Do you know who is in Star Wars?" he asked right away.
"Who?" I asked.
"Barf Vader!" he exclaimed.
Andrew and I cracked up and looked at one another proudly :)

- Augie started cutting his bottom left tooth a couple of days after we got back from Vermont and while we were in Jacksonville.  Both bottom teeth are now pretty visible.

All kids awake and rowdy...will write more....someday.