Let them eat cancakes!

That isn't a typo, that is what Princess Spazzy calls them.

Melny requested pictures. I think I will do a pic of the day courtesy of Princess Spazzy, who is always stealing my camera, and maybe one of my own.

On to my day. I went to sleep around 2:30am. I couldn't find my Zoloft and therefore couldn't sleep, so today was a tired day. I was barely conscious when The Whiner left for the bus stop. However, I was awake enough to notice that he smelled...like a teenage boy looking for some action. When I asked him about it he explained that Number One gave him deodorant AND body spray that matched because he didn't like it anymore. I guess The Whiner thought he needed to use ALL OF IT today. I was so embarrassed to let him go to school that way but it was too late to have him shower. He said his friends said he smelled good. I guess I should be happy to have one kid that wants to be clean and smell good.

The Baby woke up at 10am. I was not ready to wake up. Unfortunately Princess Spazzy also woke up around that time as well and they heard each other. UGH!!!! The Baby appeared to be in a good mood so I decided that today I could make the dreaded pancakes. Princess Spazzy was up my butt the whole time I was making them, she even called me the "mad wady" again because I said "bad words" about her stool. I made Andes Mint Chip pancakes. They were quite tasty. I did a half batch of Bisquick, it made 36 silver dollar sized pancakes. The princess was amazed that I made them the right size this time. The Baby just wanted me to hurry the heck up. As I was mixing the batter I thought I saw "something". I swear my mom has made me nuts regarding this stuff. I am ALWAYS looking for bugs in stuff. It is sick. I wish I could stop. So anyway the pancakes got done, The Baby's oatmeal was done (and cold but he doesn't care), the princess had a sippy cup of juice and her little cup of syrup...all was well...until her hair got in her face. Princess Spazzy is a bit of a...well...she's blond. She pushed her hair out of her face with the hand she had her plate of pancakes in and her pancakes were not gravity defying (like The Baby's oatmeal) so on the floor they went. Luckily we had about 30 more. We made it to the bed and commenced noshing. I was feeding The Baby his oatmeal when the princess stood up. I noticed something on her ass...was it syrup? OF COURSE IT WAS!!!!! She changed her clothes as I discovered a pool of syrup on the pillow, comforter and The Dad's spot on the sheet(he gets to sleep in the wet, sticky spot tonight). I tried to clean it up with baby wipes, that made it really wet and a little less sticky, at least it smells good though. I don't remember much else happening the rest of the day. I desperately needed a nap but it didn't happen. I think I got 5000 text messages though.

The Whiner came home from school just as I thought Princess Spazzy was going to fall asleep. The two of them disappeared downstairs. When Number One got home I called them all into my room. I guess The Whiner and Princess Spazzy were trying to nap in the basement. Ah...but not before The Whiner doused himself in what The Dad and his brother have coined "comefuckme" also known as cologne. I got an instant headache. I sent The Whiner to the shower and texted The Dad that he had covered himself in the aforementioned substance. He thought it was pretty funny. He didn't have to smell it though. It isn't that it smells bad, it is just that he uses sooooo much. So then Number One came in. I asked him to empty the dishwasher and if he had homework. Then I tried to get him to admit to bad stuff like he did yesterday. It did not work today. Oh well I had to try, right? I then decided that I needed to take a short nap to try to sleep off the headache. Number One took The Baby for me and closed my door. HEAVEN. My half hour nap that started at 3:45pm ended at 5:45pm. I guess The Dad got home about 1/2 hour into my nap. God bless him for letting me sleep. Of course I might have killed him for waking me up. He even made dinner. Sometimes I love that man.

I don't think much else happened the rest of the night. I played with The Baby in the playroom for a bit. Tried to get him to crawl for toys. He can move a bit, but gets pretty pissed off rather quickly. I think he gets that from The Dad. At one point I had my boob out for him to crawl to. That really made him mad. I'm a mean mommy. It is now almost 10:30pm. Princess Spazzy is still awake, in fact she just woke up The Baby. I thanked her and told her she would have to nurse him back to sleep. She cried and said her boobs are too teeny. The Dad and I laughed...a lot.

Here is Princess Spazzy's pic o' the day(she picked this one "do the one up my nose mama")