Busted!

Don't you hate it when you're trying to check your email while your baby is in the crib behind you (we still haven't moved the desktop computer downstairs) and you think she's asleep because it gets really quiet and you look and there she is, sucking her thumb STARING AT YOU.

And then, your son, who also should be napping, sneaks up behind you while writing, say, a post on your blog about the above "busted" moment because he just went pee and needed his jeans button snapped - then walks the long way to to his room (thru the kitchen, living room and scared you AGAIN by opening the other door to the babies room (there are 2 doors...yeah, confusing) to ask in a stage whisper, 'WHY ARE YOU WATCHING TRANSFORMERS ON THE TV? THAT'S MY FAVORITE MOVIE!" And again you tell him to go to bed to nap because this is his last chance before his first swim lesson that's at the 'convienient' 4:50 time slot since there was a glitch in the system and we got booted out of the good 4:15 time, but lucky for us there was only one spot open in this last 4:50 class aka dinner time. I predict a meltdown tonite.

Busted indeed.



PS. She's still staring at me.