Lifelines

I mentioned before that I received a little Netbook for my birthday.
Love this thing.
Am currently in my bed, snoozing babe in my arms, playing around with Google.

Actually, I was snooping for the baby sling I MUST HAVE and wouldn’t you know the b*tch is like backordered until the next coming of Christ.
I can’t find it ANYWHERE.
Which makes me want it more.
And so I’ve brought in the Big Dogs.
Meaning, I’ve sent Charlie an email labled, “Find it, pleeeeeeeease” and if he can’t then I’m all set to rob someone of their Moby Wrap in Autumn Blossom.

(And if anyone now Googles that, finds one, falls in love with it like I have, and manages to get it before I do, you’re dead. I mean that sincerely. Will totally blame my hormones but I NEED that wrap.)

WAY off-topic here.

After 25 minutes of searching for above mentioned fabulous yet elusive wrap (it’s really okay–I like the chase), I remembered that Rhyse asked me a question today and I wasn’t sure of the answer. I told him we’d look it up when we got home but then I forgot.
Lucky for him, I was still dorking around with Google.

Here was his question:

“Mom, do eyeballs grow?”

My first inclination was to say that they didn’t.
But then I sort of couldn’t imagine that they didn’t grow at all, not even a little bit.

So I poked around and found not only that they DO grow but also came across a neat site for kids who need to know this type of stuff.
There’s a place where you can type in your random question and it’ll spit out an answer.

I tried this with my long-time favorite inquiry (also by Rhyse, when we was maybe four-ish), “Mommy, why did God make you a grown-up?”

I said it was probably a mistake.
And the damn search engine didn’t know, either.

Well, clearly it has its limitations but it’s something I’ll bookmark and use in the future.

Maybe eventually it’ll figure out why I’m in charge of this place.

WHY do they sleep most peacefully when you have somewhere to go???

If this boy does not grow up and work with food in some way (other than by EATING it), I will be totally surprised.

We’ve pegged Chas as a risk managment agent, Rhyse as a money man, Greer…undetermined Diva something something…and Creux will be the next Top Chef.
Or he’ll be in jail.
One or the other :)

Without really planning to do so, Charlie has sort of started his own little cooking club in our kitchen–our kids have all really taken an interest in helping him make dinner.
(All but Greer–like her mama, she scurries off fast!)

Chas has the grill down pat and he spends his time there.
Creux is all sorts of hands-on and has been in the kitchen for months now.
And Rhyse dished up this zucchini last night and I declared it the best we’d ever had!
(It was! Not mushy, not too firm. Delicious. I had buckets-full.)

Hopefully these kids will save me from myself as I had been thinking that I really DO need to learn how to cook at some point in my life.

Maybe when I’m 40 :)

Well, this photo pretty much sums up my life right now!
The girl has got me good, with a fist around my hair…and my diamond.

She knows a woman’s weak points :)

Lucky for her, I’m a relatively happy captive.
Though if she breaks that necklace, I might return her for a less aggressive model.
(But I’d have to admit that she has impeccable taste in stolen jewelry.)