They seem a disreputable breed, really- they never leave comments. They silently lurk, leaving me to believe they are the mac user I told never to read my blog again. And I’m sure that he still does. The whiny wuss… Just because he doesn’t USE the mac doesn’t mean I don’t know he’s reading.

Famous last words, spoken last night at dinner.

Emma never sucked her thumb or required a binky. Oh I tried with the binky, the few times she had one in her mouth when she was tiny she gave me a look that seemed to say “Ya right. I am not stupid. I may be 1 week old, but I am not fooled.”

Around 2 years of age however she discovered her bellybutton. And now she plays with it constantly. Well, she’s actually gotten better the last year. But she will play with it until it’s red and sore.

Last night she was eating VERY slowly. And playing with her belly button.
And Brian said “You have to eat all your dinner or the nargles will eat your bellybutton.”

Now I must explain that Brian loves to tease Emma and tell her about Faeries and what not. When we went to the movie last week he told her there was a troll in the theatre. She one up’d him, and proceeded to tell everyone who went into the theatre there was a troll named Bluebell down there. Who was going to eat their popcorn. She did this for 10 minutes until the movie started.
And then Sunday we went shopping for a Christmas tree stand and Brian found a cool sucker that lights up. The sucker was blue, and huge and he told her that Captain Hook had caught a Faerie, and covered her in hot liquid sugar. It was Emmas job to lick ALL of that sugar off and free the faerie. Well, she was very enthusiastic about this. The thing that always get Brian is her tendency to TALK TO EVERYONE. So you combine ALL that sugar, her natural enthusiasm and a good story and you’ve got 2 hours of sheer hell. She would not shut up about the stupid faerie. She told the people in the store. She told the lady who was helping us buy the tree. She told the 3 people in line with us. She told Brian’s dad. She told Brian’s sister and brother in law. She told us. Repeatedly. I thought the whole thing kind of funny. But when that damned faerie was free the thing mysteriously disappeared. (It flew away- No I tossed it in the trash, really.)
Anyway- after his little exaggeration of what was going to happen to her bellybutton if she didn’t eat it was 20 questions.
“What do nargles look like?”
“Why is a nargle going to nibble on my belly button?”
“Where do nargles live?”
And it went on and on and on. I think its funny that Emma has such a great imagination, and I’m glad that Brian has one too- they are good for each other.
Emma just takes a good story and RUNS with it.

I finally turned to Brian and said “Honey, you do realize you could have just said eat your dinner or you won’t get any ice cream, don’t you?”

He nodded. He gets a bit aggravated when these things drag on some times, but the smile on his face seemed to tell me that it was okay with him.

I want some new shoes.
Because I’ve not bought any new shoes since May.
And I want some.

So I worked up the courage to call my little brother’s mom.
and YEAH! she hasn’t seen my dad in 8 months, and doesn’t ever want to see him again.
She didn’t know how to get hold of us, and I didn’t know how to get hold of her, so now that I have her number again we are definitely going to see each other again.
And I didn’t tell her “I told you he was psycho!”
I’m rather proud of myself for that.
And I miss my little Ben, who is 2 now.
Its a wee bit odd having a brother 26 years younger than you, but all in all having a brother is a great thing.

So Emma is a big Harry Potter fan. I haven’t read the books to her yet, because I think the books are scarier than the movies. Also she doesn’t have much patience with books that don’t have pictures yet.
The Order of the Phoenix came out last night on DVD and we stopped after work to pick it up. We also needed paper towels. So we hunt around and Brian locates it in the electronics section. So we head that way and he reminds me that we need paper towels.
So I say, great lets go get some, there is no line in electronics, it will be really quick!
At this point for some reason I can’t comprehend, Brian’s sense of propriety is triggered by the notion of buying paper towels in the electronics section.
“But honey its not like I’m bringing an entire cartload, its one other item! And we are purchasing an item that HAS to be bought in electronics. There is nothing wrong with this!”
He is stubborn as an ox on the rare occasion and promised to even come back later and buy me paper towels, so I let it go….

(two hours later, I’m tidying up the kitchen)
“Gosh, I wish I had some paper towels.”

“My job would have been much easier if I had a paper towel to use.”

“No, I can’t come and watch the movie right now, I have to do a load of laundry because my dishtowels are now dirty because I don’t have any paper towels!”

“Wow, a paper towel sure would have made cleaning up that beer you spilled much easier!

Yes- I gave him shit about the damned paper towels all night long. And I enjoyed it. And I continued to do so this morning, when he spilled the coffee and didn’t have anything to wrap his bagel with.
He thinks the joke has started to wear a little thin, but all I can say is “I wish I had some paper towels!”

I’m just plain tired.
Is it time to go home yet?

I just want to send this to all of my friends!
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