Where do I begin?
So...it was 7:00pm, I had just gotten home from the market and was cooking dinner when I thought, "Hmmm, maybe I should start a blog." I've never visited a blog, let alone start one. So why the interest in a blog all of a sudden? Laundry.

"Laundry?" You ask.

Yes. Laundry. I have too much laundry. I have baskets of clothes and blankets that need washing. The blankets are the worst. I don't mind washing them. But once they're washed there's no place to put them. It's a hundred and five degrees here, so no one wants any blankets on their beds. Our "linen closet" is so pathetic it can barely house our towels let alone a blanket or heaven forbid, a sleeping bag. Gasp.

In order to avoid washing the blankets, that will just end up on the floor by the end of the week anyway, I am starting a blog.

I'm going to put this out, right off. I would be laughed off the stage in a spelling bee. I don't spell. All mad-I mean creative-geniuses have some disability. I have a disaspellity. Enough said.

As I said earlier, I was busy cooking dinner. Jack has just started soccer. He's four and we decided he was old enough to kick a ball and socialize with people his own age. His first practice is tomorrow. Rob and Emma took him to the park while I was busy with dinner. After awhile Jack got bored off kicking the ball back and forth, so he started sitting on the ball when it came to him. Knowing this wasn't going to go over well at practice tomorrow Rob started making some chicken sounds and asking Jack if he was ready to get off his "egg." Rob's little plan backfired. Jack thought it was wonderful fun to play chicken on the soccer egg.

While they were at the park Rob and Emma had their own game going. For some reason they thought it would be funny to speak in single syllable words only. Rob was trying to talk about our cat Cleo though. Two syllables. So when ever he said Cleo, he separated the word so it sounded more like "Cleee-ooo." Jack was listening and came up to Rob, who must have sounded like a small child learning how to speak.
"That's my boy." he said and patted Rob on the leg.

On the way home Emma asked Jack if he wanted to play another game. He said he wanted to play tic-tac-toe.
"Select a player. Select a square." He said to Emma, sounding like a computer game. He has taken to talking like a computer. "Ooops. That was a nice try. Try again. Very good."

During dinner Jack wanted a refill on his drink, so my mom took him in the kitchen and filled his cup.
"What do you say?" Rob asked him, prompting him to say thank you.
Jack appeared to think about it, then smiled and said, "Good job!"

This is why Jack has to join soccer, so he knows its not a computer game. Once he had a marathon 8 hour day in front of the computer. {go ahead an nominate me for the bad mother of the year later} Anyhow I told Jack he had computer eyes. He decided this was a good thing. He announced to Rob when he got home from work that he had computer eyes. Great.