my nanna

no, i'm not sixty years old, but blake calls me nanna, about as close to aunt penny as he's willing to try right now. when he gets mad at flav, he cries for 'my daddy'; when he gets mad at sam, he cries for 'my mommy'; but the best is when he gets mad at both of them and cries for 'my nanna' - tears running down his little sad face, arms outstretched. and do i exploit these bold moments of manipulation? duh. 'my nanna, my nanna' sniff, sniff. you try to resist that.

studying

sucks. haven't done it in awhile. apparently, blake shared not only his runny nose but his attention span as well. every three sentences i find myself doing something other than reading the textbook (like, say, writing a new post for the blog). i've spent the past twelve hours (not exagerating) trying to do homework and i've finished about a fourth of what is due tomorrow. this does not bode well.

two nights ago i went to borders to study and found a great magazine of do-it-yourself decorating projects. yesterday i tried studying in my room but rally kept wanting to play. today i e-mailed professors, ordered gas and electricity for my new condo, and researched car insurance. all of my class paperwork is very-well organized, the dishes are clean, grocery shopping is done, my bedroom is picked up, and i know how i'm getting to school tomorrow (sam, bless his little pea-pickin' heart, is giving me a ride - two less busses to ride). s'pose i should do some more homework...yes flav? you need me to hold ziva for a minute? oh, alright.

treasure sales

they're called yard sales (or jard sales in anaheim), garage sales, estate sales, etc. this is a misnomer, however, because the yards are not for sale, nor are the garages or the estates. what they should be called are treasure sales. blake moved up to a big-boy bed about three nights ago and today flav and i found a car bed at a treasure sale for only twenty usd!! it's awesome and blake is super excited. he also has car sheets and a comforter so he's pretty much set. teddy bear? puh-lease, he's got trucks.

as exciting as that is, i found the real treasure: a vintage 1950's table and chair set, super small, seating for two, table for one - so cute! i've already taken it to my condo which is eagerly awaiting the rest of my stuff's arrival. can we say scheduling nightmare? whatev, it'll all work out. maybe blake will let me borrow his car bed...

keep the forklift away from the baby please

these are the kinds of things i find myself saying on a regular basis. two is a difficult age: you're beginning to realize the world doesn't revolve around you, you're getting too heavy to be carried everywhere, and people don't seem to like when you open the bathroom door. you just can't win.