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I’ve been playing around with ideas for some photography business cards for a secret little project, trying to think of ways to make the title similar to my computer business name. Nothing brilliant has come to me yet…and “Shot by Mom” doesn’t have a very good vibe to it.

The girls can speak in fairly complex sentences now, which has allowed them new ways of communicating with me and each other. It’s interesting to hear all the little thoughts running through their heads that were previously unknown to us. Par example: Saige had a fit in the car today, and Darcy said, “It’s okay, Saige. Look at the pretty clouds.” Cute, no?

And the other day at breakfast I started hassling them about how they weren’t eating. One of them piped up: “Mama, drink your coffee.”

Nothing like a pair of little 2 1/2 year-olds to put you in your place.

Mama’s been thinking about putting them in a preschool for just six-hours a week so I can get some stuff done. I am reaching a point where it’s getting hard to ignore how gross the house is, and the girls won’t let me get anything done when they’re awake. Emails aren’t getting answered, bills are barely getting paid, the backyard is full of champion weeds. I just need a little time…just a little more than I am getting now, which is zero.

We’ve gone over there twice now and let’s just say they are not real keen on the idea. I can kind of understand this; both times we’ve visited it’s like a Kid Explosion, with kids screaming and shoving and running amok. This is not how the twins play. They have their moments, but they don’t really run around screaming like someone just set their diapers on fire. At a bookstore the other day a stranger remarked to me she’s never seen toddlers so respectful of books (made mama’s day!). Anyway, the lady running the daycare said the other days have a “calmer” group of kids. Lord, I hope so.

And mama is so nervous about leaving them. They get overwhelmed so easily, and the most I have ever been able to leave them anywhere –the gym playroom–was about 25 minutes. I consider it a miracle they waited that long to freak out. Oh, and then there was that report…yes, in the paper the other day, about a convicted sex offender that had volunteered at the daycare once. Just one time, but oy vey. That really helps me relax.

The entry is no longer here, but maybe some of you remember last year my writing about a little experience at the last Art in the Park event in Shell Beach. The one where a vendor was really rude to us because we were perusing her stuff while holding the twins, and one of them happened to brush her hand on one of the vendor’s scarves for sale because they were soft. It slipped off the hanger and into the hands of the baby for about two seconds. The vendor lady’s reaction was to rip it out of the baby’s hands and gave us a very nasty look. I was astonished at her reaction–she acted like the twins had literally taken a dump on it. Okay, so last week we went to the first Art in the Park opening of the season and again, another incident with a vendor. This time it was with Bruce and Darcy. Darcy gently, just BARELY (and Bruce swears it was barely) touched a little windchime for sale, and the lady running the booth barked at him, “SHE breaks it, YOU buy it!” WTF is the problem over there? Will somebody please give these crabby bitches some Zoloft? “Free, just for you,” will be written on a rolled up shitty diaper and surreptitiously left on the table for the next crabass that does this. (Oooh, mama’s in a mood!).

Saving the continuing Frankenputer saga for last: no reformat has occurred, because it looks like maybe motherboard #2 is on it’s way out too. Someone is finally interested in buying…ironic, because now I can’t get the thing to cooperate whatsoever. Wish I’d known last year what I know now!

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Bruce Sprintsteen’s new album rocks. And Starbucks is chickenshit.