It’s getting kind of strange, this talking back and forth to friends through blogs. And nevermind how pathetic it is that your husband has to check your blog to see what’s going on in your life. (Welcome to parenthood). So I probably shouldn’t mention the new toy I got in San Luis yesterday. I was searching in vain for a replacement lenscap for my wide-angle lens, and after suggesting tupperware (is that capitalized?), the camera shop guy managed to sell me a gadget I’ll be trying out in Affulenzaville next week. Bringing cheap-ass cameras to my parents’ house is always fun; it’s the adult version of bringing home Kato Kaelin for a boyfriend. I don’t think they own any cameras worth less than $1k, and they have a couple worth a few semesters at Harvard. It pains them to see me cavorting around with cheap pieces of shit. But they’re so much fun!

Um, so the mystery of all the bunny diarrhea upstairs has been solved. Sylvia is a secret Play-Doh junkie. It does kind of smell good, I have to admit…it has a rather addictive quality to it. I see the twins taking huge whiffs of it all time. It smells kind of vanilla-y. Trouble is, I am not sure what I’m going to do about this, because the girls want to play with play-doh almost every blasted minute they’re awake, and inevitably it lands on the floor. I can’t stand next to them all day with the vaccum. The minute some drops, bunny is all over it like a Paris Hilton in a thong shop. What to do? If I deny the girls the Play-ho–(oops, thinking about Paris!) I mean Play-Doh–they throw a world-class tantrum like you would not believe. Put bunny in the bathtub? Send her to Play-doh addicts anonymous?

Hello, my name is Sylvia, and I am Play-Doh addict

Naptime has become a nightmare all over again. I just heard a racket down there and when I went in there were TWO twins in Saige’s crib, hopping up and down like hot popcorn. How the hell Darcy got in there I don’t know. We’ve finally reached the end of the road with the cribs, obviously. Sleep is going to be a foreign concept for a good while now. God help me.

P.S. I am WAY behind in answering email this week, sorry. With the last issue I just mentioned it’s going to get worse, not better.

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If you’re in the market for a camera, Duane needs the cash.