unforgettable like american idol

Bennett yells from the basement bathroom "I need some paper toilet!" I bring him down a roll of Charmain to find him completely naked. We have since been made aware that he will now only use the bathroom in a state of total nakedness. We have a good friend who had this same childhood "problem." He said it lasted quite a few years. For now, this is a fine preference for a domestic setting, but Rob and I wonder, what happens when he has to use the restroom at Sears, or Arbys, or at a line dancing competition at the DeltaPlex ? And what if the urinals are the only thing available? And what if he is 14 and still doing it? Ahhh, parenthood. Fear, worry, angst- for this is the plight of mankind.

Newt walks by with cat in mouth (Cat lives two places- under couch and in mouth). Bennett says "Newt dont eat that cat. We just got it!" It seems it would be much more appropriate for Newt to eat a gently used cat, or one that we might be ready to sell at a garage sale.

FREE CHICKEN YA'LL. Rob and I, the capitalist high-cholesterol ridden freeloaders that we are, printed our free KFC coupons the minute we heard that Oprah really might be the anti-christ in her attempt to woo the masses with coleslaw and dark meat.

We're in line. 15 cars back. I want Mac and Cheese. Managers choice only- mashed and coleslaw. Damn. While in the drive through little Chase starts screaming. I check under the hood. Good Lord its a category 4. Past the crack and up the back. So were in the drive through, Chase is naked and screaming, the door is open as rob hangs out of the G6, and we attempt to clean up this Terrorist poo that struck from nowhere. All the clothes are done for. I don't care how broke we are I am throwing them out.

5 minutes later Chase is clothed, in a barely 2nd string outfit that came from the depths of a clearance rack somewhere, and we have our chicken. Life is good.

Sometimes our home is so full of love I feel like I might explode. (Especially when MORE family comes to visit)! Our maybe its the house that feels like its going to explode. Regardless, something feels very full. And its not my stomach becuase I only eat fiber one bars and peanut butter. But I hope its not my heart, becuase if that explodes its irreversible, and I am not a great candidate for a transplant. I barely ever remember to wash my hands, never donate blood, and I am not always that pleasant to be around.

***I realize that the more time I spend writeing on here the less time I have to spend with my baby, and other relevent family members, thus losing good material. I have got to strike a good balance. And even though its true that my pregnancy was only a result of exrtreme boredom :), the little guy, and the big guy, and a bunch of medium guys, deserve Mommys attention, and I deserve something decent to write about. The chicken barely made the cut.

PS I found spell check