Happy Birthday, Dillo!

The first birthday boy is home today with an extensive rash and a fever (and I am going home to stay with him in 20 minutes). Comical pictures to follow. Also mr. flea called 45 minutes ago. It went like this:
mr. flea: The baby crapped on me!
me: Was he not wearing a diaper??
mr. flea: He was! It was an explosive butt-bomb! I was on the phone with your mother and holding him and it was everywhere! All over my shirt! Some got on the floor!
me: laughing a lot
mr. flea: It's not funny! It was horrible! Well, I plan to bring out the story of how he crapped on me on his first birthday at parties when he's a teenager.

poor mr. flea and Dillo! I hope his birthday gets better!

Happy Birthday, Dillo! Please do not blow your diaper off with projectile pooping!

hmm ... is there a market for high-impact diapers?

and happy birthday Dillo!

Happy Birthday, Dillo! I"m sure your parents love how you've decided to celebrate.

Today is just not being cooperative, is it?

There's a massive case of the stupids here. It took me 15 minutes to get out of my parking lot. They're resurfacing select areas, with no seeming plan. There was a huge pile of asphalt behind my car. Not behind the empty spaces all around me. Ihad to get them to move that. Then I try to use the main exit, and they've blocked it with equipment idling and hot resurfaced road. So there are all these cars trying to turn around in a very limited space. And of course people are dithering and blocking more cars. I manage to escape and head out through the Home Despot parking lot. Where two tractor trailers ahead of me are attempting to turn left into traffic (not very possible on this road during rush hour.) I pull a u-turn and go to another exit. Where the cop in front of me at the light decides he wants to stay in the parking lot instead of exiting, and so pulls a 11 point turn, ignoring all the cars behind him. There were a lot more stupid tricks, but those were after the parking lot mess.

And I just discovered my main backup booked vacation the same week I had.

Kill me now.

My documentary watching yesterday was Private Dicks: Men Exposed. I am more prudish than I thought, and more prudish that I want to be. But I suspect once I've finished watching this (I'm 1/2way through) I'll be a fair bit more inured to the dangling male member.

Happy birthday, Poopy!

The first birthday boy is home today with an extensive rash and a fever (and I am going home to stay with him in 20 minutes).

My sister had massive chicken pox on her first b-day. It was also on easter, so my mom made a bunny cake with fluffy white icing - dotted all over with cinnamon red hots.

Happy Birthday, little poopy one! May the day improve, quickly.