Special Guest Blog Post!

Hi, everyone, it's me, Sweetie, your Special Guest Blogger. As you know, I'm unemployed (and loving it!), so I have plenty of time to do stuff like grow a beard and write posts on my wife's cool blog. More guest blog posts to follow if Sweetie thinks that my posts are NNWT-worthy (although she is looking over my shoulder right now, editing as I write).

First - Noah's friend Charlie (affectionately referred to as "Char" by his parents -- and Noah) and his13-month old brother Brad ("Beetle", see previous) came over to our house today to play with the boys. Here's a tidbit of what transpired:

Noah: No, you can't touch my ear.
Charlie: Can I touch your face?
Noah: No.
Charlie: Can I touch your arm?
Noah: No.
Mary: Charlie, please don't touch Noah.
Charlie: Why?
Mary: Because you need to keep your hands to yourself.
Charlie: Why?
Mary: Because it's not nice to touch people.
Charlie: Can I touch my brother?
Mary: No.
Charlie: Can I touch myself?
Mary: Sure.
Charlie: Can I touch you?
Mary: Definitely not.
Charlie: Then who can I touch?

You can't make this stuff up. Thanks for the material, Char.


Now for something a little bit off topic, but it's too important not to discuss here. I know you are all probably riveted by the goings-on at the Convention ("OMG! Is that low-level Republican who no longer holds public office actually endorsing Obama?"; "'Where can I get a big blue stick that says 'Iowa'?"), but if you haven't already seen it, you absolutely have to watch "Million Dollar Listings" on Bravo at 10 pm Tuesdays. This is without a doubt the most disturbing reality show we have ever seen, and we make sure we don't miss a single episode. The thing about this show is that it makes us uncomfortable that there are people - real, actual human beings - who behave like the complete douchebags that are on this show. Now, I don't throw around the word "douchebag" that often*, but 2 of the 3 brokers that they follow around make us physically ill. They make Paris, Brittany and Lindsay look like regular folks (as Obama would say). If I was ever unlucky enough to meet one of these complete tools, I would either (a) immediately vomit or (2) punch him in the neck. Please don't miss this show. It's awesome.

*This is not true - "douchebag" is currently my favorite word.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE!

Today Luke turns 2 years old! The three of us greeted him this morning with a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday to You, causing him to stare at us as if we were all insane. He has no idea what today is, but perhaps he'll look back on it fondly as the day he got to watch anything he wanted on TV without having to negotiate with his older brother, or the day we tolerated any amount of whining he could dish out, or the day he got to eat anything he wanted without regard for nutrition or those pesky conventions about what foods constitute "breakfast" for example. Today, anything goes.

Now, maybe that's because it's Luke's birthday and we're suckers. Or maybe it's because today is the last day for us to scramble to get the house ready before the for sale sign goes in the yard tomorrow morning. In any event, there will be a party at Mema & Bobo's on Thursday evening, complete with Thomas birthday hats, Thomas birthday cake, Thomas birthday plates, and lots of birthday presents his brother can be jealous of.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKEY!

A rhyme for these times

The firm had to say "goodbye" to my sweetiepie
along with 95 others, my oh my.
These things just happen, no one's at fault.
But I bet this won't help its rating on The Vault.

So now daddy gets to hang out at home with us.
Finally, someone else who has to sing Wheels on the Bus.
We're all having fun, like an extended vacation.
But when the severance goes away, so will such elation.

So where, oh where, will all the Tombacks go?
Will it be Seattle, Minneapolis or Vermont, we just don't know!
One thing is for sure, we won't be as rich.
It's true what they say, the market's a bitch.