Jan
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For those who might be interested, I’ve created a Twitter account for Bodies in Motivation, and am posting twits/tweeps/twalerts when new entries go up on the site. Also, if you’d like to see follow-up discussions on any particular post at Bodies without having to keep coming back to the site, I just installed a plugin that’s supposed to notify you via email when new comments show up. Oh, and let’s not forget the little piece of code I put in that releases the refreshing smell of vanilla every time you click a new link!
(What, VanillaPuff 1.0 isn’t working for you? It’s probably your browser, sorry about that.)
I’m busying myself with blog-tinkering instead of housework this afternoon, because jesus god there is so much clutter and cleaning to be done it feels completely insurmountable. Seriously, I don’t even know where to get started: the towering piles of laundry? The filth-encrusted kitchen? The floors, which appear to be coated in several inches of dog hair and cheese cracker crumbs? Faced with these unpleasant options I have chosen instead to hole up in the living room, surrounded by a mountain of toys and snot-smeared couch pillows, in order to waste every last second of naptime dicking around on the internet.
Suck it, FlyLady. I got your Super Fling Boogie right here. In my crotch. Which I just grabbed. See, visual insults don’t work nearly as well if you — nevermind.
I’d also like to announce that yesterday Dylan both spoke his first clear word (well, clear to us, anyway: gee gah, for kittycat) and took four or five steps unassisted for the first time. After he performed these tricks I whipped out the video camera and prepared to capture his first differential equation or croquembouche, but he seemed to have shot his intellectual wad for the night and spent the remainder of the evening blowing raspberries and subsequently got a rash on his chin from all the slobbering.
Still, it’s feeling less and less like we have one little baby and one big boy, and more and more like we have a couple of . . .
Well. Rhesus monkeys, maybe.
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My little guy has become quite the parrot lately (14 months) but he repeated “Love you” to me yesterday in his sing song little high pitched voice. Now I know he didn’t know what it meant and was just repeating…but it melted my heart just the same! :-)
I find it highly ironic that FlyLady has the most cluttered web site in the universe. Not so easy when you’re out of your element, eh, FlyLady?
How old is Dylan? He looks so little to be walking!!
Totally adorable pictures. To hell with the clutter and dog hair.
Speaking of, I just saw Costco had Dyson “Animal” vacuums for about $200 less than I paid for mine ($349 at Costco, I paid close to $549 last year). I know you’ve mentioned getting one and it really does make cleaning a helluva lot more fun. BTW, I saw your Twitter about the kick-ass hair dryer. I bought it, plus a new flat iron. Yeah!
Yeah I’ve stopped and started fly lady three times now. I just think its an unhealthy relationship for me. And who can get away with cleaning one zone a week?
Go Dylan!!
Ah, it’s all downhill after they start walking!
Your older son looks exactly like your husband! Funny how that works. My three year old son is also the exact replica of his father also.
BTW you have a true gift for writing which is awesome! I just started following your blog about 2 weeks ago and I love it. The day before you posted about you wanting to write a book I had told myself I would totally read her book if she wrote one. Keep up the awesomeness!
Your boys are impossibly cute!
When I was very small, we had a neighbor family with a cat named Geegah… I wonder if one of their kids named her?? It never crossed my mind that it was babyspeak for kitty cat!
My girls call them “meow meows”.
That picture of Riley is amazing. I love when he’s not suspicious. :)
Holy cow, how did Dylan get old enough to do that!?!? Those shots of Riley are hysterical. I love the faces these kiddos make a this age – they are just getting how expressive they can be and totally get comical with it, no!?
damn, but you have a baby genius there. my boys are almost 14 months old, and the lazy bums won’t walk. just won’t walk, dammit! (look, with triplets, when you have to carry them everywhere, you WANT them to walk. at least i do. hmmph.) but at least one of mine says “cat”. that kinda makes up for it. (also “cracker”. v cute.)
Yay Dylan! I had to laugh at that last photo, because yes he does look like a monkey, but really because I also have MANY MANY bins labeled “Cars, Etc.”
Oh, look at that little man walking! Oh, the cuteness. Such a look of concentration.
HA! Love that picture of Riley – is the essence of little boy. So cute.
FlyLady never worked for me. Mostly because that whole 15 minutes thing… my OCD doesn’t seem to allow me to start a task I don’t intend to finish. And 15 minutes will NEVER be enough in this household!
Re: twitter, and octuplets, I don’t mean to be judgemental, but damn, she already had 6 kids, lives with her parents, and then took fertility drugs. WTF? So far I’ve not heard anything about a dad either, or is it just me?
Boys are, as always, precious!
Go Dylan! But they are damn cute rhesus monkeys.
Since you’re messing around on the Internet, I wanted to make sure you’ve seen the highway signs warning of zombies in Austin, TX. Thought you might appreciate them.
http://www.wfaa.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/localnews/stories/013009dnmetzombies.1595f453.html
I totally feel you on the mess; I set out to clean it today and so very little of it got done. How does one accomplish that with kids? Oh, a maid.
The look on Dylan’s face in this picture is priceless. So cute!
“Suck it, FlyLady. I got your Super Fling Boogie right here. In my crotch. Which I just grabbed. See, visual insults don’t work nearly as well if you — nevermind.”
Oh My God you are Precious!!!! Most of the time all you hear is that the “FlyLady” saved so and so’s life. Me, not somuch. Thanks for the laugh as we try and clear out our hovel for tomorrow’s bash…
Do I live in some sort of internet cave that I’ve never heard of this FlyLady? I clicked through and STILL don’t get it. I’ll be the first to admit I’m not that bright these days with the whole sickness-not-sleeping-teething-infant thing but WHAT IN THE HELL?
I just wanted to tell you how much I have enjoyed your “bodies in motion” site. I especially like AndreAnna weight loss story, it was plain and simple non-b.s. advice that struck home for me.
If Flylady doesn’t work for you try to pick up a copy of the slob sister’s book which I think is better for the semi-disorganized, more about establishing routines to make your housework easier. Flylady is for the HARDCORE disorganized.
I love that you have a plastic bin labeled “Cars, etc.” That just about says it all.
Oh, the dear dear flylady. We made chore lists based on that crap, complete with grease pencils to mark off what we’ve completed. Which is pretty much nothing. It’s the thought that counts, right?
Hmmm, the word “twalert” sounds vaguely dirty…
holy shit you make me laugh! stop it! my kids are sleeping…oh, wait
Jesus Christ, that FlyLady is a freaky chick. I spend WAY more than 15 minutes a day decluttering and my house still looks like crap. I got a boogie to super fling, sister.