Chit Chat

It was a crappy week. I've been sick and tired, therefore no closets were cleaned and no Summer clothes were dug out. This is the first day I've felt halfway normal, maybe things are on the upward swing.
But just because I was sick didn't mean things weren't happening around here. My baby boy had a run in with a spider this week. He was in the basement playing in his tent. I was upstairs and heard his blood-curdling screams. I ran downstairs and Jim was asking if he was hurt, Billy didn't answer he just kept on screaming. Jim looked in the tent and the ugliest, biggest and blackest spider was hanging out in there. Poor Billy, he inherited my arachniphobia. It's funny, this happened just a few days after reading Domesticator's frightening tale of her spider battle. I got the heebie-jeebies just reading her post and comments. At least my oldest son is not scared of spiders, he's my spider hunter when Jim is gone.
My oldest Daughter took part in the female rite of passage called hair removal. I tried to talk her out of it. I appealed to her rebellious side, "Why do want to be like everyone else?" I tried to appeal to her common sense side, "Once you start you can never stop!" I even told her how much I loved her little blonde fuzzy legs (that one probably pushed her to it). I finally relented. How can I expect her to fight the power on this one when I caved and am still caving myself. The day after she wore a skirt for the first time this year. *sigh* My daughter is growing up *sigh
Which brings me to my baby girl. Ruby is turning two next week. Did I tell you I think she's going to be bartender. Thanks to her Dad she knows the difference (by sight, thank you very much) between wine, beer and vaka (vodka, as she calls it). I'm so proud.